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Things I did today
Sep. 6th, 2008 10:42 pm-I ate Chinese buffet with Moe. Iced tea is good! Triple Delight is triple delicious-- even if the dude ahead of me hogged all the red peppers. The only tragedy (other than the on-going tragedy that is the restaurant's insistance in putting crab into their cheese puffs) was they've replaced their steamed cauliflower with marshmallow-glopped sweet potatoes.
-at the buffet, we saw a dude pile his plate with coleslaw then slather the coleslaw in gravy. An entire plate of coleslaw and gravy. Dude. What's wrong with you?
-I brought yellow and flowery throw pillows at a garage sale. I wanted to buy more, but didn't have any more cash on me.
-I took a long-ass nap. On the couch, with the cat. I'm still tired, and my hair looks like I'm in the Monkees.
-I wrote porn! Porn that still struck me as wow!porn! after I was done. Usually, once I write porn, it's nothing more than ugh!that sentence! to me. I wrote porn that isn't dead to me! Yayz!
-I should have cleaned the 3-season porch, but didn't!
-I am fretting, fretting I tell you, over my fantasy football team. Tom Brady better throw more touchdowns than all of the other quarterbacks combined (except for Eli, omg precious) and Tory Holt better catch some shit and run with it. Or do whatever it is a WR does. Football is hard!
-Along with owning a team of Fantasy Football Bitches (I still can't believe I own neither Eli nor Jeremy), we also play a game called Eliminator. It's has nothing to do with defecating. Basically, each week you have to pick a team that's going to win. The catch is you can't pick a team more than once. So you don't want to blow your Patriots wad too early. This year, my M.O. has been The Birds Are Turds. Any team with a bird-name is supposedly going to suck. So I picked Detroit to win over Atlanta. Detroit sucks too, so who knows if I will survive the first round. If I do, GENIUS. If I don't, I pick football teams like a girl.
-I went for a walk this afternoon to get some sun and counteract chinese buffet, and there was a line-up at the row of mailboxes at the Post Office. 7 cars! Quick everyone! Go mail stuff! Horns were honking and people were getting testy. An big truck tried to bud in line. Chaos!
ETA: I pick football teams like a girl :(
ETAII: Tom Brady has weak girl-bones.
-at the buffet, we saw a dude pile his plate with coleslaw then slather the coleslaw in gravy. An entire plate of coleslaw and gravy. Dude. What's wrong with you?
-I brought yellow and flowery throw pillows at a garage sale. I wanted to buy more, but didn't have any more cash on me.
-I took a long-ass nap. On the couch, with the cat. I'm still tired, and my hair looks like I'm in the Monkees.
-I wrote porn! Porn that still struck me as wow!porn! after I was done. Usually, once I write porn, it's nothing more than ugh!that sentence! to me. I wrote porn that isn't dead to me! Yayz!
-I should have cleaned the 3-season porch, but didn't!
-I am fretting, fretting I tell you, over my fantasy football team. Tom Brady better throw more touchdowns than all of the other quarterbacks combined (except for Eli, omg precious) and Tory Holt better catch some shit and run with it. Or do whatever it is a WR does. Football is hard!
-Along with owning a team of Fantasy Football Bitches (I still can't believe I own neither Eli nor Jeremy), we also play a game called Eliminator. It's has nothing to do with defecating. Basically, each week you have to pick a team that's going to win. The catch is you can't pick a team more than once. So you don't want to blow your Patriots wad too early. This year, my M.O. has been The Birds Are Turds. Any team with a bird-name is supposedly going to suck. So I picked Detroit to win over Atlanta. Detroit sucks too, so who knows if I will survive the first round. If I do, GENIUS. If I don't, I pick football teams like a girl.
-I went for a walk this afternoon to get some sun and counteract chinese buffet, and there was a line-up at the row of mailboxes at the Post Office. 7 cars! Quick everyone! Go mail stuff! Horns were honking and people were getting testy. An big truck tried to bud in line. Chaos!
ETA: I pick football teams like a girl :(
ETAII: Tom Brady has weak girl-bones.
