discolé monade

why not do a mural?

so a color from that chair? i would go with the green. very cute chair!

what color? and i remember seeing some really neat window treatments at lowe's i was going to get for the girl. but she didn't like it. now she's into tapestry, so i got her a really lovely blue/teal/black/grey mandala design. she loves it.

guys : run your finger along my taint.

kick him/her in the nuts/va~jay~jay yank him/her out my damn bed and ask wtaf are you doing in my house. what was he/she doing in your house? *fixed because buddy made a most excellent point.

bite those mo'fo's hard. wait...i mean....

but you are awful fuggs. let it be you defining moment. savor it. relish in the idea, that you truely are an awful person. there are many like you, but you are your own special snowflake.

that 480 month termination.

this is true....but every life is important. ask a conservative.

we know fuggs, it's takes a while for you to comprehend things...but i wouldn't call yourself stupid.

iono man. you called it like you see it. you shouldn't apologize for that. she wouldn't, and in fact would berate you to no end.

this.

oh...no, it wasn't for a party, just dinner. XD

dude...i KNOW. temporary lapse in judgement.

so...what you're saying is, start cooking shitty food. noted.

oooh. you should put a plate of water out for it.

and the world wept.

i ALMOST volunteered myself today. mid made some homemade sour cream. it's....ok, but not the the 'lil dollop of daisy' but it will be perfect for icing. but decided against. freakin' too hot.

mork. spork ~

yeah...i'll toot my horn here. i can cook. and pretty damn good. put my foot in it, i do. XD

i wish you were here to help. and eat. we got that butt and jowl thing happening today. what what!?!?!

me: hey, do you want me to do anything? mid: nah..i got it. me: ok...*walks off* mid: well...there's one thing me: *turning with side~eye* what mid: you can make the slaw. me: fml.

fuck (ing, ed, terd) has become an essential in my speech. i mean, how the fuck are people going to know what the fuck i'm fucking talking about? for fuck's sake.

a packed bowl, and a chilled glass of pinot grigio. cheers.

you are all so very kind. thank you!