||[Oct. 7th, 2004|10:36 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
- There exists in this world a picture that makes Ioan look bad. That photographer should
- be taken out back and flogged with something sharp.
- I may have called lillithfalling last night and left her a voicemail entirely consisting of a song I made up called "Trucker-mouthed Ho Never Picks Up Her Phone." Maybe.
- The chorus might end "trucker-mouthed ho never picks up her phone when she's driving through Indiana all alone." Maybe.
- I might now have that song stuck in my head. Maybe.
- Matt's home from work again today. In the past couple of days I've brought him the phone to call his office because I was feeling sympathetic. This morning I made him get up and get it his damn self. Also, I'm making him do the dishes, take out the trash, and clean up the living room. He'll be back at work tomorrow, bet on it.
- I have bought clothing that I cannot wear out in public.
- I have an urge to write really really filthy smut but don't know what it might be about.
- Netflix is running slow this week which means I'll be unable to take the second disc of Frontier House to Caitlin's tonight. And I'll have to wait until Sunday night to find out if the bitchy California family gets eaten by their own milk cow. Grr.
- I like cobbler.
That's all I got folks. How are you?