Just searched for free images of “music”; got back 4 pix of 1/2 naked women listening to their iPods. Do guys really think we do this naked?
Am running out of things to do to help me avoid having to investigate why the living room smells like pee.
Am currently waiting for an appointment in an office that is so cold, my hair has goosebumps.
Dear Nature :Please let cats evolve the ability to speak, so they no longer need communicate by expelling disgusting things from their bodies.
I just declared that, “I really need a FLOW CHART!” The language/literature major in me just died a little .
Me (to a friend who’s becoming a shrink): “I help people feel better by being a smart-ass. There’s much less training involved.”
Take Lyrica, manage the fibro pain, but swell up and ache from that; or don’t take it, and have awful fibro pain? Decisions, decisions…
My husband (attempting to explain Led Zeppelin’s “film”): You’ve gotta remember, this was the ’70s; people were still taking LOTS of drugs.
Dear Life: I would really appreciate it if you could stop punching me in the face. kthxbai
Am at the point in my mood swing where exhaustion and overwhelm want me to delete my entire online presence. Back away from the computer.
If my thoughts create my reality, then I have apparently become a cranky, cane-wielding senior citizen named Walter.
It’s a bad day when the only relief you can find is yelling at the contents of your mailbox in front of all your neighbors.
Was set to write great post mocking my dentist, then he took all the wind out of my sails by complimenting my teeth. Does that make me easy?
Finally gave in and fed the cats so as to stop the tag-teaming “Ass To Face” attacks.
Does anyone know how much cat hair one human being can inhale before it becomes an actual health hazard?
It would be much more efficient to dump the can of food right onto the carpet, w/o the bother of it having to pass through the cats first.
Oh, hello again, suffocating anxiety. It must be 3:00.