discolé monade

fixed. i linked my personal page. bwahahahaa. it's all good now.

penis head.

i...don't remember. i ...think he got away with it? damn. now i'll have to find that episode.

pepperidge farms remembers. i know this name. i think i know this name. i feel the obligatory 'welcome back kotter' theme needs to happen.

man. you sure are wishy washy about your women~folk.

bryan adams eyeballed me this one time in vegas. while he was doing a sound check for some function i was working. *table/chair set up. with pretty cloth and big ass bow type thing* that's all i can add. except you shouldn't feel guilty for doing things. unless the things you do, are morally corrupt.

i keep reading this as 'call girl'

i was a 'mentor' ojt for the entire time i was doing collections for citi`bank. it's not that big of a deal. 8/10 they don't remember the shit you say, and will generally bug their floor supervisor.

and what are the family packages available? like...can a kid walk a goat into say....the velociraptor pen?

nothing says sunday morning, like crocheting a weed bear.

staaaaaahp.

i don't know. this was apparently NOT what i thought, i have to wait still for the 'code' damnit. but we got registered. however, there is public, and there is private. going with public, because it's free. and there's additional curriculum i can pay for. and since she'll be able to get through the 'core' pretty fast, i think i can add to her classes through the year. she will be getting her license once she's enrolled. but i don't think she wants to get a p/t job yet. she did, but now not so much.

yeeeeeessssssssssssss all of the peppermint. peppermint creamer. peppermint bark. peppermint cake.

eh. i'm old. but i look damn good. i'm like a milf. nay...i'm a gilf. i mean....like super hot good lookin' well, i mean, when i get all purty and stuff.

stop making sense.

nah. don't need to. keep trying.

all the basic bishes say haaaaaaayyyyyyhoooooooo. but not really. please don't.

that would be the best. but, alas, this dream is long gone, and all but forgotten.

jesus joney. damn 'home school' finally sent me the links. now, the girl and i get to pick the curriculum. and, found one that wasn't 'christian based' i wish she would wake up. i wonder if she'll stick with the 'science' field. i'm more excited for her than she probably will be. #firstworldmomproblems

true story.

no. not really. but keep trying.

once upon a time, a friend of mine *who is now gone* and i, would talk about moving to montana and opening 'the black jew inn' a restaurant/inn, that also sold hemp, and hemp biproducts. and cranberries. it was a very strange time in my life.

man...i would never be able to do my nipples. big ass nipples. i'd look ridicoulfunny with big ole metal knobs sticking out.

2 of my 3 girls were honor roll. the other never studied and was a 'b' student. other than me staying on them to do homework, it was all them. yeah...i'm super smart, but that's about all i offered them. making sure they had an environment to thrive, that's what i did. i know you're just trying to bait people, in what ever circular logic you think you have going on. but seriously. 'ap' for an elementary student. nah..... but whatev's.