It’s a zillion degrees in here and Stompy Stomperson has his floor fan on upstairs (and it shakes the whole effin’ apartment… including my poor head). I have a wet washcloth draped around my neck. I think I need to store my undies in the freezer. Whose idea was this summer thing?
It’s my birthday today. Aack! 32? Dear GAWD, how did that happen? You’re next, Chip.
I’m already stuck on Big Brother Three. Never watched Two. But this is better than the first one, anyway. So far.
I’m about over all of my little jobs right now. I’m not paid enough and I’m not respected enough and dammit if I could just finish the edits on my book, I could start making some bank off of it and then tell everyone to shove it.
Man, I’m in a punchy little mood today. I think I’d like to have a Diablo. They were drinking that last night on BB3 and I had some on the 4th at a BBQ. It’s good. No idea what it is, though. Lemon Zima, perhaps? Makes me feel like Rusty on MadTV.
Now that Chip has segregated Spies by when we last Spied, I’m so all over posting (especially b/c I’d rather Blog than edit). Way to go, Cash… getting to stay in the top list. 😉 Thank you for Blogging on my b’day.
Okay. Must suck on some ice cubes.
XXOO