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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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Daily Lansbury
I'm sorry, I do not like to discuss poop in such an at-large kind of way, but I felt like this had to go up. A little more weirdness here.Update
Update on my ducking coffee maker sitch. The french press is cracked! Can you believe it? I noticed it two days ago. It still works for now, and I think that I am getting a new coffee maker from my Mom for Christmas, but still, it just makes me hate it more. And it makes me worry that one day (like tomorrow) I am going to look at it sideways and it is going to shatter. And then what? No ducking coffee, that is what. I can't even think about starting my day like that, it is giving me an instant head ache. Anyway, that is the continuing story on the stupid machine. I wonder how it cracked. I wonder if my antipathy cracked it.
Daily Golden Girls
That hot piece Bea Arthur is about to be inducted into the TV Academy Hall of Fame! It is obviously a crime that it has taken this long, but I will let the Academy off the hook because apparently Bea turned them down once before. Which is a hot thing to do, you have to admit. Would you expect any less? No, you would not. Again, thanks to Aunt Candy for doing the work for me on this one!
Cat haikus!
I did not write these cat haikus, but still some of them spoke to my very soul.
I love to eat grass
though it makes me sick each time
like you and vodka
feet under covers
are my mortal enemies
your toes are my foes
By Will Braden. See them here. Thanks Aunt Candy! And I would just like to say for the record that although the vodka haiku touches me dep down, it is not because vodka makes me throw up. I never throw up. I just love vodka. It's a simple kind of love.
I love to eat grass
though it makes me sick each time
like you and vodka
feet under covers
are my mortal enemies
your toes are my foes
By Will Braden. See them here. Thanks Aunt Candy! And I would just like to say for the record that although the vodka haiku touches me dep down, it is not because vodka makes me throw up. I never throw up. I just love vodka. It's a simple kind of love.
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