Uninteresting observations on a Monday morning
1. CBC Radio 2 is playing the William Tell Overture. An amusingly prosaic selection.
2. I had a dream just before waking up that all I could find to wear for my cousin's wedding (next week) was a floral dress with a prissy collar and pearls. And that I had no makeup. I also dreamt that my six-year-old nephew suddenly turned into an albino.
3. I haven't left the house for three days.
4. Someone referred to a friend of mine as "enchanting." Tee hee.
5. The people downstairs have left until boxing day. No children yelling, babies crying or worrying that they will hear Chris cursing them out. ("Those fucking fuckers. I hope they die.")
6. Unless we place a rolled-up t-shirt at the base of the door to our apartment, all the heat goes whooshing out, down the stairs and out the front door with a weak howl. Because of said t-shirt, Chris can't always get into the apartment. Which is not only funny, but acts as a secondary security measure against people who may try and rape us in our sleep.
7. My typing is ass today.
2. I had a dream just before waking up that all I could find to wear for my cousin's wedding (next week) was a floral dress with a prissy collar and pearls. And that I had no makeup. I also dreamt that my six-year-old nephew suddenly turned into an albino.
3. I haven't left the house for three days.
4. Someone referred to a friend of mine as "enchanting." Tee hee.
5. The people downstairs have left until boxing day. No children yelling, babies crying or worrying that they will hear Chris cursing them out. ("Those fucking fuckers. I hope they die.")
6. Unless we place a rolled-up t-shirt at the base of the door to our apartment, all the heat goes whooshing out, down the stairs and out the front door with a weak howl. Because of said t-shirt, Chris can't always get into the apartment. Which is not only funny, but acts as a secondary security measure against people who may try and rape us in our sleep.
7. My typing is ass today.
posted by /hg | 10:50 a.m.
2 Comments:
Are you making fun of my adjectives?
That's right, I know you were talking about me.
I defy you to prove she's not enchanting. ;)
AB
Now, now...
I can smell a dare from a mile away.
I refuse to be baited. Though the temptation to reveal some kind of horribleness is certainly there.
I shall only say that she is a sly one. And as well all know, sly and "enchanting" cannot go hand-in-hand.
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