My

dogs

are

barkin'.

Whew.

Posted

from the wee beastie.

Bliss.

Wording

to your motha.
That's it.

I'm calling in well.
Oh my god,

ew!

Hole in my head.

Ew, ew, ew.
I've lost some weight.

Well,

a few grams,

anyway.
I am very tired.

I have written a lot

and not nearly enough,

but it is fun.
Dude.

I know life is grand.

I'm just having trouble

seeing that at the moment.

Got any pick-me-ups

lying around?
Well, I've got nothing bright to say.

You folks seem to do alright.

Here,

be funny.
It is charging,

my preciousssss...
How to get a 10% coupon:

Buy a PDA yesterday.

*sob*
God helps those

who help themselves.

Sharon, apparently,

picks up

every-fucking-one else.
But this helps.
The sky

succumbs

to intermittant crying jags.

This suits,

today.
*gleeeeeee*

"Order status:

Shipped."
nibbled to death

by ducks.
Figures.

I finally get a voicemail

on my eFax number

(603.909.0451),

and it's a wrong number.
*shuffle*

I just bought

*cough*

a PDA.

*blush*
Hey presto! Instant upgrade.

Don't buy a new memory card;

change some camera settings,

and quadruple the number

of available pics.
I am well blessed.

I have beautiful friends.
If the grocery-store radio

plays cool music,

you've gotten old.
I've lost my edge.

Is "baseline" a verb?
We are well loved,

you and I.
One foot

in front of

the other.
This is so cool:

I have a headset.

Ooh, stylin'.
My blog has become a

slo-mo chat room.

...

And I'm okay with that.
The cafeteria is taking liberties.

"Philly Cheesesteak

Soup."

A sin against nature.

Of course, I had to get some.
Neener

neener.
Life is beautiful,

with whipped cream.
Daylight Savings Time

is stupid.
I won the Evaluation Contest!

On to the District.
My Brasilian counterpart

is a Neil Gaiman fan!

So, and I'm sorry for

not telling you first,

I mentioned the time I met him.

Suddenly, we relate. ^_^
My heart can stop

hammering on my ribs

at any time now.
Ha!

Mighty Girl cracks me up.

Would that I could write like that.
Just to squick Shawn:

Folgers

coffee bag

with soy creamer.

Uncultured heathen, I know.
I

want

steak.

Just thought you'd like to know.
Well that's a new tack

in advertising.

Spam says:

"Satisfy your woman,

you pindick."
Tee hee.

Hello, Meeker.

Welcome to my pockets.
Rewriting the speech

two days before the next contest

is a good thing.

Right?
Oh dear god,

a new kind of agony:

foot asleep

plus

foot cramp.
Oh, jeez, feeling old.

Heard in my

Corporate America Cafeteria:

Temple of the Dog.
From the source...

The biggest difference

between Brasil and the U.S.:

"We drink beer in big bottles,

and coffee in little cups."
Re-acclimating.