On this, the eve of the end of what will probably be my only week off in 2006, *sigh*, I find myself torn between telling you of our adventures and consuming the hot eggdrop soup which was just delivered by our soggy Chinese friend. TiVo is bathing the room in blue as it attemtps, to no avail, to locate a cable signal. I could turn the tv off, I suppose, but then how would I know the exact moment that I am returned to my regularly scheduled programming!?
The reality of the demise of our vacation is setting in; a load of laundry and the dishwasher are going (as we assume the power will kick off any moment, just as the cable has). Soon, I will be folding the fluffed, then I look forward to curling up with the Rolling Stone magazine that B picked up for me (the one with a still tasty Eddie Vedder on the cover and a Petty article therein). Unless the power goes out, then I'm pretty much fuc
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could be a lot worse. you could have full power and a 24 year old tennis pro living with you and your girlfriend....kill me...
I like how you stopped that sentence in mid-fuck ;-) I'm picturing a giant cat-monster coming by and shoving his head in front of your laptop.
a. LOL!!! at DWB. I feel ya brotha. Man, do I ever feel for ya.
b. Agree with Scott. I found it funny that you stopped mid-senten
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