famous for 20 minutes (give or take 5)
I see I've neglected my blog over the last couple days. Today it's the day to read sciencenews.org, as Trish & I both woke up with the alarm. Yesterday Trish expressed extreme disappointment over having to work today (Sunday), as it stresses her out when she has to work for 6 days in a row. I don't feel this way, myself, though: extra time for "Galaxies", or whatever title it gets in the end. Plus a chance to work on Crystal Ship -- sail the darkened seas, &c.
Yesterday, Trish slacked off from doing chores in the AM (goodie!). After we ate at the soup kitchen, frantic mania tore us apart, like love -- again, & there's a taste in my mouth when desperation takes hold.
We did a lot of running around yesterday: Albertson's, for groceries, drugstore for drugs, pet shop boy for bedding & hamster food, & buckadingdong store for ladies' shavers. All in all, we spent 50 buckadingdongs just with this.
Then at suppertime Trish threw a temper tantrum over me cooking the chicken helper in the frying pan, why can't you use the casserole pan? & why did you snitch a salad while I wasn't looking? promise you won't be like Bryan & eat just 'cause you're bored, & I don't like what the Depakote is doing to you -- you had a yogurt & a muffin before dinner...
--Yeah, & if you didn't want me to have junk food, why'd you pick up so much of it at te soup kitchen?
So she spent the afternoon trying to curl her hair, & feeling dejected about it, 'cause she couldn't get kinky, then got kinky, put on all her makeup, got into her naughty nightie, & posed seductively for Hot or Not.
She watched her Britney while I surfed for live contacts, finally found one, also into 3sum, but not unwilling to try a 4sum -- but no more.
I took a Viagra about the time we had her really going good, but for some reason still had problems achieving an orgasm. I'm pretty well over my manic peak, save for the hypersexuality, so I think I could do without the Risperdal, which is doing this.
Well, it's been a little over 20 minutes, so I must awaken the Beautiful Bumble Bee Girl...
Yesterday, Trish slacked off from doing chores in the AM (goodie!). After we ate at the soup kitchen, frantic mania tore us apart, like love -- again, & there's a taste in my mouth when desperation takes hold.
We did a lot of running around yesterday: Albertson's, for groceries, drugstore for drugs, pet shop boy for bedding & hamster food, & buckadingdong store for ladies' shavers. All in all, we spent 50 buckadingdongs just with this.
Then at suppertime Trish threw a temper tantrum over me cooking the chicken helper in the frying pan, why can't you use the casserole pan? & why did you snitch a salad while I wasn't looking? promise you won't be like Bryan & eat just 'cause you're bored, & I don't like what the Depakote is doing to you -- you had a yogurt & a muffin before dinner...
--Yeah, & if you didn't want me to have junk food, why'd you pick up so much of it at te soup kitchen?
So she spent the afternoon trying to curl her hair, & feeling dejected about it, 'cause she couldn't get kinky, then got kinky, put on all her makeup, got into her naughty nightie, & posed seductively for Hot or Not.
She watched her Britney while I surfed for live contacts, finally found one, also into 3sum, but not unwilling to try a 4sum -- but no more.
I took a Viagra about the time we had her really going good, but for some reason still had problems achieving an orgasm. I'm pretty well over my manic peak, save for the hypersexuality, so I think I could do without the Risperdal, which is doing this.
Well, it's been a little over 20 minutes, so I must awaken the Beautiful Bumble Bee Girl...
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