But, I'm with you on the swimsuit thing. I've officially reached the comfortable cover-up stage. Quite happily -)
Greetings to all. I have nothing interesting to share. Unless you want to know about the changing landscape of content distribution across connected devices. Yeah, didn't think so. Zzzzzzzzzzz
"Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. . ."
And its been awhile but I'm having a Christmas eve thread party this yr
Attend the tale of Bovine Boy
His party threads we all enjoy
But does he have Mad Cow Disease?
He doesn't eat beef - but cows skating? - oh please!!!
With cocoa!?!
And lemonade!?!
The heifer-mad poster of Broadway
(World)
I leave to go to a holiday gathering with some very lovely peeps, and come home at 2:00 to a majorly stopped up bathroom sink. Hmmm. Drained fine before I left. Plunged a few times, and nothing, nada, zilch. Said the hell with it and went downstairs for coffee and some tv viewing. Decide to go to bed around 4, figure I'll give the plunger another shot. Still nothing happening with the standing water. Sucker's really clogged. Went to ACE on Sunday, for some heavy duty drain stuff. Really miss the Drano crystals they seemed to have stopped making. Told them I wanted the strongest stuff they had. Really didn't feel like calling the landlord if I didn't have to. Got as much of the water I could out of the sink, and poured this stuff in. Yelled at it to work its magic and went downstairs. Three hours later, still stopped up. Some cursing ensued. Said the hell with it and went out to the store. Came back and VOILA! Clogged sink all cleared!! Cleaned up mess and kept running water to check it. Seemed fine. Before going to bed, I decided to pour more of that stuff down, and let it sit overnight, which the label said was the best thing to do. On the way to the bedroom, all of a sudden I feel this burning on my thigh. I was like WTF?? I didn't splash or spill. And the sink is the height of my waist, so how the hell?? Luckily, I had on old sweats. The next thing I know, I'm running water over my thigh at 1:00 in the morning to get the crap off!
Be warned. I still have some of this stuff left...
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2."unleash the girly"
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
I have a little secret I'd like to impart. That I hope doesn't give you too much of a start; Tho' it's shocking, it's completely true. I know it isn't gossip, or rumor, of course, For I've had it from quite a reliable source And I'd like to pass it on to you.
The man in the moon is a lady, A lady in lipstick and curls; The cow that jumped ovah cried, "Jumpin' Jehovah, I think it's just one of the girls." She winks at the stars from her bed of green cheese, That isn't a night-gown, It's a Saturn chemise. Oh, her friends are the stars and the planets, She sends the Big Dipper a kiss; So don't ever offend her, Remember her gender, The man in the moon is a miss.
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
Ralph Waldo Emerson