Thank Jeebus
Listening: How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol
Please keep your hands down
And stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing
If you gave me a choice
It's a simple suggestion
Can you give me some time
So just say yes or no
Why can't you shoulder the blame
'Cause both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both
You're a big boy now
So let's not talk about growth
You've not heard a single word I have said
Oh my God.
Thank God.
After spazzing in the UC for over two hours, alternating between sleeping, drawing, blogging, and getting pissed off at Larry (who never farking goes away ever), I got a call from my sister to update me on the status of my dog.
It is good news.
Apparently, at the ripe ol' age of seven, my dog has wandered into "senior" age (which makes sense, I guess, since they're techincally "adults" after one year). According to the vet, reaching this stage (which I understood as kind of a doggy menopause) can cause a pooch's body chemistry to go wonky as hell. In the case of Gracie, it seems to be that her tummy is going all "Hi, I'm deciding not to work for a while. Hope that's cool with y'all." So, apparently this will work itself out in time, and we should be patient. In the meantime, the doc gave us some meds to put the pooch on to restore her appetite.
I love happy endings.
And now I finish what I started several hours ago. Grabbing the first book I laid eyes on when I came home, finding page 123, finding the fifth sentence, and copying out the three sentences following that.
Sadly, despite the short skirt that bared my pretty tanned legs to well above midthigh, a snug, bosom-enhancing top and high heels, compared to the rest of the women at Casa Blanc, I looked fifteen. I thought I'd turned my shoulder-length dark hair into something wild and sexy, but I obviously didn't know the meaning of those words. Nor did I understand a thing about the artful application of makeup.
"Stop fidgeting," Barrons said.
Oh-ho-ho! I will personally give a dollar to anyone who can guess this book. Snap.
Adieu!
Icarus is feeling back to her old self.
Please keep your hands down
And stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing
If you gave me a choice
It's a simple suggestion
Can you give me some time
So just say yes or no
Why can't you shoulder the blame
'Cause both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both
You're a big boy now
So let's not talk about growth
You've not heard a single word I have said
Oh my God.
Thank God.
After spazzing in the UC for over two hours, alternating between sleeping, drawing, blogging, and getting pissed off at Larry (who never farking goes away ever), I got a call from my sister to update me on the status of my dog.
It is good news.
Apparently, at the ripe ol' age of seven, my dog has wandered into "senior" age (which makes sense, I guess, since they're techincally "adults" after one year). According to the vet, reaching this stage (which I understood as kind of a doggy menopause) can cause a pooch's body chemistry to go wonky as hell. In the case of Gracie, it seems to be that her tummy is going all "Hi, I'm deciding not to work for a while. Hope that's cool with y'all." So, apparently this will work itself out in time, and we should be patient. In the meantime, the doc gave us some meds to put the pooch on to restore her appetite.
I love happy endings.
And now I finish what I started several hours ago. Grabbing the first book I laid eyes on when I came home, finding page 123, finding the fifth sentence, and copying out the three sentences following that.
Sadly, despite the short skirt that bared my pretty tanned legs to well above midthigh, a snug, bosom-enhancing top and high heels, compared to the rest of the women at Casa Blanc, I looked fifteen. I thought I'd turned my shoulder-length dark hair into something wild and sexy, but I obviously didn't know the meaning of those words. Nor did I understand a thing about the artful application of makeup.
"Stop fidgeting," Barrons said.
Oh-ho-ho! I will personally give a dollar to anyone who can guess this book. Snap.
Adieu!
Icarus is feeling back to her old self.
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