Like The Butterfly Emerging From The Cocoon
Today is the first day of the rest my life.
I can finally get back to living again.
I finally cleared away all this shit that has been bogging me down and making me a miserable, insufferable, pouty, tired, grumpy Hot Lips for the last two months. It all culminates with today. Technically it isn't over. But let's say around 6 p.m. EST today I'll be toasting the universe with 14 bottles of champagne.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and all that.
I've got big muscles. I'll piggy back all you mother fuckers.
So, yeah, I woke up this morning feeling like my old self again, and whether or not that's actually a good thing is yet to be seen, but this morning it was a good thing.
I've got the next four days off to recover from the last 8 weeks and I have half a mind to zip off to Atlantic City and gamble away all the cash I killed myself earning for the last couple of months. It makes perfect sense to me.
But I'll probably stay close to home because I have a very important engagement to attend on Saturday. Wild horses couldn't keep me away from it.
And other than that, I just want to sit around the house smoking bongs and masturbating all weekend.
I can finally get back to living again.
I finally cleared away all this shit that has been bogging me down and making me a miserable, insufferable, pouty, tired, grumpy Hot Lips for the last two months. It all culminates with today. Technically it isn't over. But let's say around 6 p.m. EST today I'll be toasting the universe with 14 bottles of champagne.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and all that.
I've got big muscles. I'll piggy back all you mother fuckers.
So, yeah, I woke up this morning feeling like my old self again, and whether or not that's actually a good thing is yet to be seen, but this morning it was a good thing.
I've got the next four days off to recover from the last 8 weeks and I have half a mind to zip off to Atlantic City and gamble away all the cash I killed myself earning for the last couple of months. It makes perfect sense to me.
But I'll probably stay close to home because I have a very important engagement to attend on Saturday. Wild horses couldn't keep me away from it.
And other than that, I just want to sit around the house smoking bongs and masturbating all weekend.
@ 2:39 PM
8 Comments:
"...making me a miserable, insufferable, pouty, tired, grumpy Hot Lips for the last two months."
Funny, I hadn't noticed anything in particular different...
Not to belabor the point, but your new blog page design is, well, jarring to say the least ... it looks like something you'd see in a COPS show promo.
Well, anyway, what exactly happened today to liberate you so?
Glad all that crap is over with....if it truly is....
I love those Christmas show things....I used to go to them all the time.
But I honestly don't need one more christmas item, so I quit going to those.
have fun!
Pissy, I never buy Christmas stuff there. It is just a big craft show thingy with lots of christmas stuff, but a lot of other stuff too. I did buy an ornament of a naked Santa because I'm a weirdo that I'll probably give away as a secret Santa gift or something. Otherwise I just buy shit liked beaded banana holders.
Arc, Gee, you are so flattering. What the hell is "cops" about the blog? I would say it is more 007 than anything.
TC, you are a dirty old cat.
Casino Royale, baby!!!
"COPS" because it looks like some weird tv show crime-scene camera trick.
tc: don't feel too bad.
She calls me unflattering things all the time.
Just remember: she says it with love.....
Yeah.
Where are you?
i'm not amused
come back with the entertainment already
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