Snaked from kiwitrip:
1.Go into your LJ’s archives.
2.Find your 23rd post.
3.Find the fifth sentence.
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
“It’s anticlimactic.”
Weird. A pic from Bar Sinister. Me, Brian & Trish. I’m looking old.
… I think Kid Rock is really sexy.
My neighbors bought a new chainsaw. At the moment, they are drinking beer and playing with their new toy.
Am I the only one that sees this as an insanely stupid scenario?
I think perhaps one of my problems is that I don’t get enough fresh air.
Plucked from goreygalx‘s pocket:
I love Bill.
This is a little embarassing. All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.
This has been the most difficult, expensive, nerve-shredding half hour since 2004 kicked in.
I feel like running around screaming.
I had to stop writing for a while for numerous reasons. Foremost:
1. No time. No time to eat, sleep, or do anything other than work and complain.
2. All my entries in the past year have been complaints about work, and that’s boring.
I am resolving to try and write regardless.
Lately:
I spent over $300 on books. Bad, bad.
I have to work Bowie on Thursday. Potentially quite bad.
I haven’t banished in days. Bad, bad, BAD.
Thoroughly confused over BPAL order add-on’s. Very bad.
I wrote the first issue of the comic. Good, good!
Colorado is still in the playoffs. GOOD, GOOD!
I am trying to buy a house. Meh, meh.
Funny that I’m trying to buy a house in a horrible market when I still haven’t paid off my car registration for 2004. I’m so idiotic sometimes.
Rambling now. This is what the flu does to a girl.
::|:| idiot |:|::
