Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Pool is a dangerous game

So I'm playing pool with my brother and while on hitting that last ball before the eighth I hit my finger on the table and it hurt like a son of a gun!!!!! I thought nothing of it at first, but it still hurts and my finger is now swollen. Problem is, I think I hit it directly at the vein, so the vein is either swollen or the thing just burst. I hit it just at the proximal inter-phalangeal joint. . . Yes, I looked that up. I can't bend my finger and the part I hit looks blue and red and it's hard. I wonder what that means. . .

I took a personality quiz once, a loooooong time ago, and according to it my brain is 70% male, 30% female. That explains a lot. It also explains why I'm taking the pain like a man instead of telling someone about it and figuring out why I can't feel my finger. Yeah, that's how it's done. That's how I roll. Now if you'll excuse, I have to bite on something to keep from screaming.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

[She's a very kinky girl]

[The kind you don't take home to mother]

"This glasses make me look like a dork."

Stating the obvious. . . sigh. The glasses make him look like the most charming, salt-and-pepper-haired man I've ever seen. Artsy, yet professional. Fun, yet intellectual. Fashion forward yet. . . my thoughts are being interrupted.

"You don't think they are pretentious? I look like a walking commercial, 'Buy Gucci Glasses.'"

Dreamy. . . "They make a statement alright."

"The statement being: 'I'm gay.'"

And funny! "Haha! Sporting an excellent piece of fashion accessory does not a gay man make." (Why must all gay men be put in one category?)

"I suppose not."

[She's a super freak, super freak She's super-freaky, yow]

"What about the rimless ones?"

"Rimless is so passé."

[That girl's a super freak]

His eyes are dilating. His pupils are taking over those baby blue eyes, overwhelming them, covering them. It's a battle between good and evil. Evil is winning. His pupils are so big now. There's only darkness.

"Wow, I can't see for crap."

"It's the dilation. It should be like that for the next 3 to 4 hours."


[She will never let your spirits down]

"So you think these are it?"

Child, I know those are it. I've known those are it from the moment you walked in, struting your stuff with such pragmatic walk.


"O.K., let's do this thing."

[It's such a freaky scene!]

[Super freak, super freak]

[She's super-freaky, yow]

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Co-worker: Ahhh!

Me: What's wrong?

Co-worker: I just hit my knee with the cabinet!

Me: Oh, that can't hurt that much (rolling my chair towards the cabinet)...Ahhhh!!!!

Co-worker: What!?

Me: I tried to see how much it would hurt!

Co-worker: Well?

Me: *pouts* It hurts a lot!

Both: Ahhhh! Hahaha! Ahhhh! Hahaha! Ouch!

Monday, February 16, 2009

The Fine Things in Life

Getting to sleep in with puppy.

Poker night at Teresa's.

Friends...the known and the unknowns.

Belly dancing workouts.


Rainy days.

Driving at night with the windows rolled down.

Hula hooping.