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(insert lechery here)
Monday, 7 November 2005 22:58With chocolaty chips.
Tee hee.
APRIL IS HOME!!!!!! (of which my penis is profoundly grateful...it gets lonely relying on one's hand)
But also for my mental ease...I hadn't been sleeping well as a result...I missed my warm, snuggly thing. (cue sappy violin music, and some bad Italian singer...or just Raul Julia singing O Solo Mio)
Mamushka!
He comes for his Mamushka! With a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!
I swear by Mummy and Daddums...this detestable Fester's the echt Fester Addams!
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey--let's dance the dance of brotherly looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove! MAMUSHKA!
And now for something completely different.
Today, a Monday, being the second day be reached, today was not a joyous day at work. For some reason, nearly every customer I dealt with at work woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or had a pole jammed up their ass...or both. Everyone just seemed downright impatient and rude. It was mildly annoying. However, when 7 of the PM came around, went home, and had some yummy dinner, and then enjoyed April very thoroughly, much as I did last night. Currently, I am stuffing my face with Haagen-Dazs cookie dough, another yummy treat.
Tomorrow, 8 PM, concert in McKenna Theatre, for all you NP folk! Be there! Much song awaits! Come see the Dancing Brothers! DJ Dopeydump! And if you don't believe me, you can get with the Chorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! Yes, tomorrow night, 8 PM at McKenna, we will be on a lyrical rampage!
Wednesday, an off day--no concert, rehearsal, or work. I may or may not be in NP.
Thursday, work.
This weekend--the Nick!
And one of the ingredients in this ice cream is, and I shit you not: "chocolaty chips."
All righty, so until next time, baliff--I'll be in my chambers...I'll be in my office...which is right here.
Tee hee.
APRIL IS HOME!!!!!! (of which my penis is profoundly grateful...it gets lonely relying on one's hand)
But also for my mental ease...I hadn't been sleeping well as a result...I missed my warm, snuggly thing. (cue sappy violin music, and some bad Italian singer...or just Raul Julia singing O Solo Mio)
Mamushka!
He comes for his Mamushka! With a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!
I swear by Mummy and Daddums...this detestable Fester's the echt Fester Addams!
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey--let's dance the dance of brotherly looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove! MAMUSHKA!
And now for something completely different.
Today, a Monday, being the second day be reached, today was not a joyous day at work. For some reason, nearly every customer I dealt with at work woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or had a pole jammed up their ass...or both. Everyone just seemed downright impatient and rude. It was mildly annoying. However, when 7 of the PM came around, went home, and had some yummy dinner, and then enjoyed April very thoroughly, much as I did last night. Currently, I am stuffing my face with Haagen-Dazs cookie dough, another yummy treat.
Tomorrow, 8 PM, concert in McKenna Theatre, for all you NP folk! Be there! Much song awaits! Come see the Dancing Brothers! DJ Dopeydump! And if you don't believe me, you can get with the Chorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! Yes, tomorrow night, 8 PM at McKenna, we will be on a lyrical rampage!
Wednesday, an off day--no concert, rehearsal, or work. I may or may not be in NP.
Thursday, work.
This weekend--the Nick!
And one of the ingredients in this ice cream is, and I shit you not: "chocolaty chips."
All righty, so until next time, baliff--I'll be in my chambers...I'll be in my office...which is right here.
