Say Anything.
'Say Anything' is a John Cusak/Cameron Crowe 1989 teen flick. ' A noble underachiever and a beautiful valedictorian fall in love the summer before she goes off to college.' This is actually not what this thread is about, but the message is the same.
Actually no it isn't, I just like imdb.com and the title sounded interesting. /snort
This is not necessarily a vent thread - far from it. This is about saying anything - weather, the bird outside your work window, the fundamental differences between Mormons and catholics, how Law and Order Criminal Intent doesn't get the props it deserves, that I always forget whether it's 'it's' or 'its', that my daughter has a beautiful smile and the first guy that breaks her heart - I'm breaking his knees...it's about anything.
So, say anything.
Happen to know what font that is on your names? :D
Good lord. I slept with my windows open last night, and when I got up this morning, there was a layer of pollen over my entire apartment. It's even more fucked up if you consider that it's pretty much just trees busting a nut all over your shit. Like arboreal bukkake. God I feel so used.
I spit coffee all over my monitor, I laughed so hard.
Good lord. I slept with my windows open last night, and when I got up this morning, there was a layer of pollen over my entire apartment. It's even more fucked up if you consider that it's pretty much just trees busting a nut all over your shit. Like arboreal bukkake. God I feel so aroused.
Fixed, btw
Milk really messes with my head. How fucked up does it seem for a grown person to drink breast milk, yet we're fine with it if it's from ANOTHER FUCKING SPECIES. That's so weird. I wouldn't say I think of that every single time I put milk in my coffee, but it usually happens about once a day that I think, "Man, it's really fucked up that I drink this shit." Then I remember that time that Tom Green sucked that cow's tit. Then I think of some other shit and drink my coffee.
One of the kids brought us home something and we're all sick...all of us except Erik >:P Jamie spent the entire day sleeping or crying on teh couch...14 hours of Toy Story 3. He perked up after I gave him a little bite of ice cream.
I'm from a family, where you don't get leave the table until your plate is clear. Well, Father left me supper and didn't tell me, Mother sent me to bed. Next morning, supper is still on the table, and I tried to drink milk that was going blue...
I've hated milk since, despite being forced to drink it til I was 14. Strangely though, I LOVE flavoured milk... I'll drink chocolate milk all day no problem, but straight milk, hell no.
Next morning, supper is still on the table, and I tried to drink milk that was going blue...
Do you have Alien Cattle? I want blue milk!
My 4 yr old was lecturing me on how MEAN it was to eat cows and pigs because it wasn't fair to them. I looked up from our steak dinner and told him that his favorite breakfast meal of scrambled eggs was baby chickens. (ya Im a mean mom) He said "Oh, well they taste good"
Do you enumerate your egg issues?
(If you're having egg issues I feel bad for you son, I've got 99 problems but a fetus ain't one...)
I submitted a bunch of pictures to the Daz monthly gallery while I was sick...this is like some geek version of drunk dialing because I didn't remember going it.