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2005-01-14 Home sick at 4:26 p.m. My shoulder feels like someone took my arm and used it as a really fast pinwheel. Hence, I�m home today and the muscle relaxers give an odd glow to everything around me. But they did make it seem like a good idea to fry (yes, fry in oil) an entire box of chicken taquitos and scarf them down in under a minute. They also made it seem to follow that up with some slice and bake cookies for good measure. I�m stuffed.
Conversation you missed at my house last night: ME: (sitting on big, stuffed chair in living room) Where�s the dog? A: She�s in the bedroom sleeping ME: (whistling to get her attention to no avail) I want to play with her A: Well, she�s resting right now obviously ME: But I want her to come out and play with me A: Make a sound like a hot dog
I guess I should say that after looking at him strangely I formulated a sound in my head that I thought would be the noise a hotdog makes while sliding into its bun. Kind of a �whooooooop� as it gets cozy in its doughy new nest. Didn�t work though.
I wanted to marry Vince Neil when I was in 9th grade. I was pretty serious about my intentions. I didn�t stalk him but only because we didn�t really know what stalking was back then. Had someone told me that I had that option, I might have given it a shot. In any event, I find the story about his best man to be mildly strange...even for my lost love. |