snert
I love it. “Let’s take over the world!” “No wait, I have cheesecake!!!”
A man with his priorities intact. Gotta love it. 
Hey hay hay HAY HAAAY!
It was a freakin’ observation, you Communist. . .
Jeez, it’s Pinko’s like you that keep me at work late at night. . .
Tripler
But I’m going home at 0300. Dead tired . . .
So you have 9 shot glasses. I’m a certified drunk, and even I don’t have that many I’m not judging. . . Really. . .
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By nature, yes. But hey, even us ‘expendable’ types get a little lonely. Blame it on faulty “programming” 
Tripler
1 1/2 hours to go . . .
Free the land, free the weed!
Food not bombs!
Workers of the world, unite! The only thing you have to lose is your sense of purpose!
No, wait, that’s not right…
And to think, I liked you at the NYC Dopefest. Had I known you were a Commie Sympathizer, I would’ve offed you then and there
Tripler
I’m almost done. I swear. . .
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Yeah, but I bet you EMPTY shot glasses more often, Trip...[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Nacho4Sara *
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It’s called a “philtrum”.
Sorry everyone is sick… My SO just got over pneumonia. Drink plenty of (non-alcoholic) fluids and get lots of rest.
smooches lurkernomore THANK YOU!
And hell, if I’m making a mixed drink, I never use the shot glass…I just pour some in!!! (And this isn’t helping my claims of not being a drunk, is it.)
Times like this I recall why I like being sober all the time. It’s fun to laugh at drunks. 
Throwing off the wierdness curve…
SZ
Well, I didn’t get laid last night, my SO decided to pick a fight with me this morning before I left for work, my stomach is churning and I feel like I want to puke, my head is pounding, my hands are shaking, my knee is killing me and I have the squirts! I feel like shit and want to go home but my SO is there and I don’t feel like being around him right now so I don’t know what to do! Calgon, take me away!!!
Swiddles -
Oh yeah! I had to bring in pictures of course, but now I’ve got the cool points. Woo hoo!
Tripler -
Why’d you have to bring up Valentine’s Day? I’ll have you know that never ever in my entire life have I had a boyfriend on V Day. Never! Quite frankly, I’m getting sick of it. There’s not much I can actually DO about it, because I’m already as cute and fun and nice as can be (insert rolled eyes here), but FTR, I’m pissed.
Dearest Nacho,
I’ll be your date. I can absofigginlutely guarantee that my pathetic ass won’t have company on Hallmark Self-esteem Destroyer Day. My cousin’s got his Bar Mitzvah that weekend, but if you wanna travel a thousand miles or so to party with 13 year olds, I’d more than welcome the company.
…which reminds me of a verse from an old hillbilly tune:
Nacho! You, me and much liquor for V-day. You up for it?
And FTR, being alone for V-day AFTER having someone for last year (which was the first time ever) ALSO sucks. Hard. sigh
Kiwi lost her first baby tooth today.
Michi
Falcon, honestly, I think we live wierd parrallel lives. I am currently at my parents’ house, doing THREE loads of laundry. My cat broke one of 7 (the original set had 8, an ex-roommate broke one) vintage cocktail tumblers. They’e all cool with retro blobs on them. Feh. Cats.
I don’t like the name of our club.“Lonely hearts” sounds too Elenor Rigby. How about something like “The Five Percent Club,” under the Sienfeld principal that 95% of the population is undateable?
And to keep this post mundane, my father called me at 8:30 this morning. I closed the store last night, which means I didn’t get home until 11:30. Then I had to eat, and get into my flannel PJs and read. So I wasn’t asleep until 1:30 or 2. And he calls at 8-farging -30. Feh, feh, feh.
Hey, I can think of worse things than being Swiddles’s alter ego…
And in MY mudane life…work is REALLY boring today. We were supposed to get more stuff turned over to test, but NOooooooooo…they had to make us look like idiots first. Feh. I’m having one of those rare days where I consider selling everything I own, quitting, and running off somewhere. Only 2 more hours until I can go home…
Why? Because I am a Number one, Grade A, Prime Beef, A-OK, Blue Ribbon, Award Winning Jackass. That’s why. I tried to tell y’all this in NYC, but you wouldn’t listen. Besides, I’m alone myself, so I’m going to build me a snowgirl to keep me company. . .
Lurker, yes I admit, I have a problem. Every time someone pours a glass of something in front of me, I have the obsessive compulsive impulse to empty it. I have a problem. . .
Falc, I could use a drink. But not this week. There, I said it. . . I have a physical, and I can’t drink for a whole week. Driving me absolutely nuts, but I think it’ll help me throttle back a little.
And NOBODY has given me any help on my financial decision . . .
Tripler
I’m in a real quandary here, peeps!!
Must be nice. I do an average of four loads of laundry every single frickin day. Yesterday, I did six loads of laundry. Today, I just started my first load and will do at least two more before the night is done.
Of course, Falcon lives alone, whereas I have four kids and a husband to clean up after. I swear, I think they change their clothes five times a day.
Now, in my mundanity, I have to find a dentist that can see me sometime this week. A tooth that I have neglected to get taken care of for the last couple of years is finally revolting against me. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but not when it comes to tooth pain.
I have to cut my nails for Karate tonight.
I have to clean up dog shit in the backyard.
Mundane enough?