babble
Thursday, March 04, 2004
I just don't know what to do with myself:
Warning: this post has sections that are entirely unrelated. Oh, the humanity.
Not only is it the Robbie Rob's birthday today, it is this really hot lady's birthday too. I would think that there was some kind of cosmic force that makes really awesome people be born on this day, but I know a totally un-awesome person whose birthday is also today, but I can't tell you who he is because it might jeopardize my status as an undercover ninja operative for the Irish mafia, and though I love to disclose everything to my faithful readers, I just can't screw up this mission. The future of Teegeeack, and my paycheck, depends upon it.
Last night I had some fucking weird-ass dreams. I don't even know what to make of them. Robin Williams was there again, but he was really mean to me this time. He told me my photography sucked and that I had no eye. Perhaps it is my subconscious telling me the same thing. Ah well, fuck it. If my subconscious and/or Robin Williams don't like my photography they can suck my ass.
I think one of my other dreams involved a lemur.
I need someone to give me approximately $7.3 million dollars after taxes so that I can continue to live for the next 50 or so years at the same standard of living, while also investing in my own businesses, so that I can have time to work on all the projects that I want to work on. I have doubled the number padded the number a little to adjust for inflation and also to fund a wardrobe change, because if I ever do become independently wealthy and start twelve different businesses I want to dress like one of those weird eccentric ladies in the movies that are always someone's rich maiden aunt.
Secretly, my true ultimate goal in life is to be the lady who lives in that creepy old house in the neighborhood that the kids are afraid to go to when they go trick-or-treating because they think she's a witch.
This weekend I have some quite excellent plans that I am really looking forward to. They involve art, comedy, telling Sean that he smells funny, and more art. Oh, and obtaining a staple gun. But that's for causing injury to my enemies a top secret project.
Unlike last weekend, however, I do not have plans to have a half dozen orgasms. However, if you are feeling overly generous and would like to bestow some upon me, I certainly will not protest.
Forgive me for the scattered post. I am mesmerized.
babbled by Kat @ 1:21:00 PM |
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