**Least Original User Name Ever’s ** 30th birthday is tomorrow. Should I use that to start my first thread? He doesn’t care about birthdays anyway.
My last call at work lasted 15 minutes past close and cut into the time I signed up to use the exercise bike in the small gym at work. And now I’ve just spent another 15 minutes talking to a coworker who stopped by my cube. This is not increasing my motivation to go do cardio before I go home.
Also, the dream stuff reminded me that I had a dream about drinking beer last night, even though I don’t even like beer.
A vivid image of the top surface of the product in a freshly-opened container of President’s Choice Vanilla Bean Ice Cream: the dense curves of the ice cream dotted with fine black vanilla specks…
I went and got some ice cream before responding to the thread.
I’ll also second Adam Savage’s good looks. Not anyone to be ashamed to have a sex dream about. After all, he’s very thorough, into experimentation, and likes things that go off with a big bang.
If I read a ‘bodice ripper’ does that make me a stupid book whore? Were those four horses in my yard last night some sort of cosmic warning or a hallucination? Do hallucinations leave poop? Was Carl Sagan a good kisser? I want to go to my friends house and lay on her floor and point out all the cobwebs that she never seems to see, then I want to play Scrabble with her until one of us bleeds out of our ears or passes out drunk. People who spend more than $70 on a pair of shoes piss me off. I hope I get a good grade on my sociology paper. If I were to swim in the middle of the ocean, the ocean floor would be so far below my feet I would totally freak out from the magnitude of it. Worse, imagine all the things that could be swimming around down there…
Surrounded by Literalists doesn’t sound like she needs Adderall.
I have to go to bed now, because if I stay up too late I’ll be dragging in work tomorrow. I wonder if she has any to spare. Nah, it’s coffee for me. Maybe Dunkin Donuts turbo shots?
I like peas and onions. My peas have their first flower, and the tomatoes are flowering too. My ankle hurts. My friend didn’t get the job she wanted which I put her up to applying for. I feel responsible but I can’t help her.
Fuck all this 2012 apocalypse bullshit and this rapture nonsense in it’s ear. Fuck anyone who believes this garbage, and i hope you drop dead, because maybe the collective IQ could go up a few points.
Motherfuck with a chainsaw whoever wrote this malarkey for the Weekly World News, Examiner and other shitty retarded supermarket tabloids. May your next drinks be mixed with battery acid.
