Just been totally pooped lately. I’ve been dying to get this new layout I made up on here, but after looking at HTML all day I really don’t feel a burning desire to do more when I get home. Hopefully soon!
Was reading The Spectator (a Triangle-area newspaper of stuff to do, similar to the MetroLand in Albany), and my horoscope said I was going to have a terrible work week, but to respect my “precious organism.” So I’ve decided to refer to myself as this from now on.
“Gee, my precious organism really doesn’t feel like doing any more work today!”
“My precious organism enjoys doing ab exercises!”
And so on. Yesterday we went to an extremely high-class Arby’s – there was carpet and brass stuff and wood pillars and things – very strange, the complete opposite of that extremely ghetto Arby’s that’s on the way to Binghamton. (Shira, Oak, and Pete are highly familiar with this establishment!) Fancy Smancy!
June 24th, 2002 at 3:46 pm
hahaha! I’m sorry, but everytime I read “precious organism” it just makes me think that you’re talking about your “box”. lol. “my precious organism wants to do situps” “my precious organism is thirsty for love” lol. aaigah.