I'm a little slow.

[rockettqween]

Yay. I figured out basic HTML. I swear I figured out some of it before. It's um, on my resume because I was kind of in charge of the start-up from hell's website. I guess it's a good thing nobody's hired me yet. So thank you to tanzplag and iamwells for the tutorials.

Now back to my usual insanity.

I burned my tongue on gluten free pizza.

I can't taste anything placed directly on the middle of my tongue.

I'm listening to old sellout Ministry. I admit to liking it a bit better than new Ministry.

Waiting for laundry to cook.

Best line heard at a 12-step meeting this week: "I have a hard time believing that a gaseous vertebrate called 'Jesus' is going to intervene on my behalf."

2nd best line heard at a 12-step meeting this week: "I quit going to church because I found A.A. works so much better."

Does singing along with muzak at the grocery store mean you're getting old?

I'm really not that old but the singing along with the muzak at the grocery store concerns me.

Does anyone else harbor secret fantasies to have wild uncontrollable sex in the produce department? Can't you just see the oranges toppling over and rolling around the floor, sweet potatoes scattered, peaches smashed, the sprinkler system on the vegetables spraying on naked flesh, parsley tearing and turning to pulp, hands flailing in the mushrooms?

Maybe it's just me.

Comments

[endorphan.livejournal.com]

Ummmm, it was just you.
Now it's me, too.
damn

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

Ha ha. My LJ is a thought virus.....

[geekalpha.livejournal.com]

I thought I was the only one that thought about that!

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

No. You pervy produce department fancier.

[chuckiebear.livejournal.com]

you rock sweetness. fucking rock.

where did you run away to last night?

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

To the Seawolf of course! The Vogue was getting crowded and I didn't feel like competing for dance floor space. I didn't see you on my way out otherwise I'd have said goodbye. But when it's time to leave the Vogue, I flee.