Archive for December, 2004
Jukebox Reflection, big hair, big shoulders, wall »
WARNING: I’m in a crabby mood and unwilling to read back through this. If errors are found, close your eyes and pretend hard that it’s not wrong. Come back to it and continue on. You’ll be okay, I promise *ducks to avoid stones being pelted at her* My mega hug disc CD player bit it a few days ago. I’m going through and [...]
Yes, Virginia there is a Santa … »
Dear Santa, I’m writing to you in hopes that I will find a man with the following traits/interests under the tree come Christmas morning: Enjoys the sound of Nine Inch Nails blaring while I clean. Can tolerate 80’s music. Does NOT believe that Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Bach & Beethoven sound [...]
Floats like a butterfly, stings like a bitch…? »
Nothin’ says lovin’ like your hubby giving you a punching bag (heavy bag) as an early Christmas present. Do you think he’s trying to tell me something? Perhaps he thinks my upper body could use the help? Maybe, he believes that not all women desire kitchen appliances. It could be that he bought it for me, but really wanted it for himself [...]
Thongs, songs and hard drive issues… »
Personal… What do you do when you hard drive crashes and you lose an assload of information? Drink heavily. That’s right folks! LOL! Now that I’m back up and running I’m thinking of having it crash again. At least then I wouldn’t have to stare at the pile of stuff I need to get done. When I get stressed I take one of two [...]
