Showing posts with label dirty words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirty words. Show all posts


I'm not dead, although I know my blogging has been mighty inconsistent this month.


Work is busy, and life outside work is busy... So I guess that makes sense. Less time to sneak off to the blog. Still, I appreciate those of you who stick around to read my ramblings!


Today my BH and I went to his university library to do some research. It actually made me momentarily nostalgic for my university days, which is quite a feat. Remembering university usually just makes me twitch nervously. Too much stress in too short a time, and not enough debauchery to fill the void.


The library visit also made me want to make out among the stacks of books. Seriously: hot boy, cool books, quiet aisles.... MAKE OUTS. Am I right? My BH didn't accept the idea with quite as much enthusiasm, but I'll work on him.


I went to an office Christmas party last week where I got too drunk too fast. I know how stupid that sounds, but I didn't do it on purpose. My stomach was empty and the food took forever to arrive.* I'm hoping I didn't say anything too dumb, but the odds are against me. I turn into an instant potty mouth when paired with beer. I also get pretty gay. You do the math.


Anyway, my multi-faith household wishes you a very happy Hanukkah. As you can tell by the photo above, we stored our candles in a very hot cupboard this year. Oops.
*I also drank like a fish. Guilty.

November 13, 2008

Peaches

Milan came over for tea and Morty charmed him. By charmed I mean humped his leg vigorously. Four separate times.


Milan was very understanding. I mean, who could stay mad at this cute mug?



It's fun when Milan visits because he says long words with a straight face. He asked me if I could recommend any interesting music so I gave him Fuck The Pain Away by Peaches. With a straight face.

I think I'm coming down with a cold, so I'll be happy when Friday is done and I can crawl into bed with my Martha magazine and an alcoholic beverage. Isn't brandy a cure-all drink?

Night folks.