Exhaustion + nausea. Wordfuckery - and yet I played "One Week", "We Didn't Start the Fire", and "Life is a Rock" in the car anyway. Glutton for punishment much?
The Secret? Low Standards, Apparently.
Adam: "Don't forget your umbrella."
Me: "'k. Not going to use it on the way to the building, though - it's a bitch to open and close." (He drops me off right in front of the building, since I'm not always so much with the walking after my morning dose.)
Adam: "'song's umbrella is a bitch, it's a big fat bitch, it's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world."
Me: "It's a big ol' bitch if there ever was a bitch, it's a bitch to all the boys and girls."
Adam: "We have the perfect marriage." *kisses me*
My Kid is Off-Base, But Hella Smart.
Miss Kid: "Maybe the reason Grandma and Grandpa didn't tell you how cool you were and how great you were when you were a kid was because you were adopted - so they didn't feel responsible for how well you turned out, you know? Because you came from someone else."
New playmate/lover/fuckbuddy (currently undefined, but not a Relationship), penis-equipped version, has named himself, and shall be known here as the Craftsman. What's amusing is that his first choice, discarded because he felt it was too obvious, could apply equally to someone else who's currently in my life.
Dude! Postcards from Traveling Matt!
I see kires soon.
Right, then. *nod*