1. Addictive forums that distract me (place same under list of pet loves)
2. Lists
3. Trying to be clever in a list
4. Easter bunnies
5. The Easter Bunny (counts as person when it's a live individual at the local mall)
At this exact moment THIS is about to stream into my ears:
If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do...
That I've never seen a more absurd ensemble of smiley faces since abandoning Yahoo Instant Messenger.
And --
Is it possible that such a pantheon will one day supplant the need for us to communicate at all.
For instance --
I was tired this morning but then thought about it a little...
Sleep. A lot. Sleepwalk, sleeptalk, sleep while sleeping with (if your Sig Other loves you they'll understand) .
If you can work and sleep at the same time (and most of us do) then by all means do it. Build yourself a Costanza-styled bed beneath your desk and take a load off. And sleep...
Don't you mean Deborah Gibson? And you could always blame a bad song on a concession to an ex paramour, cloying niece, your mum/pop/great Aunt Tilda. I mean come on, isn't that what family's for?
To clarify, all: I meant playlist. The one you listened to this morning on that lone...
Mars seems just a stone's throw away if I am a [I]real[I] fan, so that answer's just weak.
Perhaps Pluto? I think the last word is that Pluto's been kicked out of our solar system (poor, inconsolable Pluto -- always the underdog in everything).
So maybe there's still a chance the...
Last night I cooked it. It was a riot of color with a noxious odor -- something that could have been left over from Miss Havisham's wedding.
Oh, the weirdest food I've ever eaten. Does my group of gullible party guests count?
Depends on if petit feet really indicate what they are suppossed to according to the legend -- you know, big socks.
Which historical figure would you want to have a beer with?
Lovely.
Me: Wandering the club bare in stockinged feet. Lights turn at 4 am, faces blanch into ordinariness by neon. Sudden quiet. We all expect the requisite disco "Time to get the heck out...NOW" music to come on full throttle, but then --
'How Soon is Now' is playing like a spell...
That you met God (assuring him that you are not confusing him with Moz), thereby nullifying the need to finish reading a pack of lies.
What would you ask Morrissey at a show if you had only 5 words, a mike, and butterflies in your tummy?
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