You know, there is one advantage to nasty polyester trousers... they don't need ironing.
Shove 'em in the tumble dryer and they're just peachy.
Though I did make the mistake of leaving one of my shirts downstairs for a few days before ironing it... it's now coated in fur.
I debated washing it again then decided I didn't give a fuck.
Little doggie fur never really hurt anyone.
That's about it really I guess. Chatted about Rachie a little when I saw Char online and she agrees with me that despite what she keeps saying, she's a lot more upset than she's letting on.
I understand that. The first thing I wanted in that situation was total and complete normalcy, which is a seriously stupid thing to try and strive for.
I just hope she doesn't end up bottling it all away and letting it fester. She's not the most emotionally outgoing of people even at the best of times and right now she's the proverbial clamshell.
Oh, and she also said that they get paid monthy at Morrisons so Safeway will probably be the same, cause I was bitching about having crappy hours and so far no damned money.
We decided that we wanted a job that involved lots of money for no work at all, and came to the conclusion that we were going to have to open a premuim rate phone sex line as a subsidiary to Charlie's theoretical Dutch brothel"Bitch-Whore-Slapper-Cow".
We also thought that a website (slappercow.com) would be a good invenstment, cause perves have money and the internet has a lot of perves.
Though we were pondering on the fact that more and more websites hare sporting .info or.tv as opposed to .com endings. We figured that what we REALLY needed was slappercow.slut
Did a little writing today too... added about a page and a half in total before my brain petered out and died again, but it's the most productive I've been in weeks.
Shame it wasn't on any of the stories I was actually trying to work on.
Shove 'em in the tumble dryer and they're just peachy.
Though I did make the mistake of leaving one of my shirts downstairs for a few days before ironing it... it's now coated in fur.
I debated washing it again then decided I didn't give a fuck.
Little doggie fur never really hurt anyone.
That's about it really I guess. Chatted about Rachie a little when I saw Char online and she agrees with me that despite what she keeps saying, she's a lot more upset than she's letting on.
I understand that. The first thing I wanted in that situation was total and complete normalcy, which is a seriously stupid thing to try and strive for.
I just hope she doesn't end up bottling it all away and letting it fester. She's not the most emotionally outgoing of people even at the best of times and right now she's the proverbial clamshell.
Oh, and she also said that they get paid monthy at Morrisons so Safeway will probably be the same, cause I was bitching about having crappy hours and so far no damned money.
We decided that we wanted a job that involved lots of money for no work at all, and came to the conclusion that we were going to have to open a premuim rate phone sex line as a subsidiary to Charlie's theoretical Dutch brothel"Bitch-Whore-Slapper-Cow".
We also thought that a website (slappercow.com) would be a good invenstment, cause perves have money and the internet has a lot of perves.
Though we were pondering on the fact that more and more websites hare sporting .info or.tv as opposed to .com endings. We figured that what we REALLY needed was slappercow.slut
Did a little writing today too... added about a page and a half in total before my brain petered out and died again, but it's the most productive I've been in weeks.
Shame it wasn't on any of the stories I was actually trying to work on.
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Date: 2002-09-11 07:43 pm (UTC)Why, it's just what Wes always wanted! He SAID you'd be good at it! (ignoring the fact that he's nae heard your voice...freaky little perv...)
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Date: 2002-09-12 12:52 am (UTC)