It always makes me wonder when I see someone with the swank $80,000 ride in the Wendy’s drive through.
What kind of fucked-up life do you have if you’ve got that kind of cash and can’t take time to have a real meal?
It always makes me wonder when I see someone with the swank $80,000 ride in the Wendy’s drive through.
What kind of fucked-up life do you have if you’ve got that kind of cash and can’t take time to have a real meal?
Manually, mind you; no robots for Bonnie:
“Riveting new BIOGRAPHY, Arlyne Lucille: From…to Heavenly Heights, obtained at 877-289-2665 or http://www.buybooksontheweb.com, courageously shares own TRUTHS, so others may be freed.
Excerpts viewable on Bonnie and Bill Homepage, Arlyne Lucille – http://home.att.net/~bandb14139/ ”
It got moderated on my other blog but I thought I’d repost it here, so Bonnie’s good work wouldn’t go to waste. Oh dear Lord.
Influenza is not recommended. I sleep for 4 hours, then I’m awake and bored for 2, then I’m sleepy again. It’s like infancy but without the friendly people handing me bottles of milk. Hope this BS ends soon.
On the Village Hat Shop website, one of their hats’ sizing is listed as: ”Available size: One size fist most.” Ow.
For some reason being ill causes my anxiety to build. I haven’t just screwed up something at work, I’m incompetent and will be fired. I’m not just running lower on cash than I should be, I’m bankrupt and totally screwed. Etc.
Hot and Sour Soup helped, even the mediocre version from Pickup Stix.
My scary skinhead boots arrived. Maybe I’ll go find an emo kid this weekend and curbstomp him. That should feel better.
There is some shit I will not eat.
NO.
Not again. Please. I beg of you…
From metafilter, we have The Dolmette, an unusual motorcycle.
Two gems of sentences from today:
I realize that we don’t necessarily need Leisuretown as long as these guys keep going.
These guys put out reissues of 80s new wave stuff. They’ve got a nice selection. Cheese is made from milk.