"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
"All work and no smut makes Cammy lose her edge." ~DG
"Someday I'm going to have a baby and I'm gonna name her L'il Mimi Marquez and I and will sing to her every day and when she's a toddler I will say "L'il Mimi Marquez, clad only in a bubble diaper, will perform her famous play pen handcuff dance to the sounds of breast milk being pumped!" ~Kringas
I'm just sitting here, making a list of stuff I need to do tomorrow. UGH. So much! I'm going away with some friends for the night tomorrow, and I have to work until 3:30, then get a haircut, and they're leaving around 4:45. I'll be cutting it close!
Well, we have two fans up there; one in each window, so I think I'll be okay. I'm pretty tired anyway, so I don't think there will be any problem getting to sleep, even though it'll be warm.
Gah, it's not even July yet, and we're already complaining about the heat!
Done with that, amasis. Now I'm writing the beggingings of what will be a very long story for you. The Invasion of Mormondy.
I hate noise. Can't sleep with it at all. That's why I became 'insomniak', last year. The crickets outside my window were too loud to sleep through so I stayed up on bww instead.
See, Nia; I'm the exact opposite. I need some kind of white noise, or I can't sleep, because the absolute silence is sort of scary. Bring on the fans or the crickets or the cars outside.