saint-louise's Diaryland Diary
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But the five cups of coffee undid all the good of the tryptophan.
I�ve never been so chock full of absolutely nothing to say before.
I could just rattle off what I�ve done for the past few days, but really. Truly. Who the hell would give a shit?
�about my homework.
�or the upcoming company Christmas parties.
�or about my weekend trip to the store, and the fact that SuperTarget doesn�t carry the margarine I like or the size of juice that I prefer to buy, and Albertson�s (which claims to be my store) doesn�t even have Frosted Flakes in the Malt-o-Meal packaging for some asinine reason, but Harmon�s doesn�t sell the cat litter I always buy (low dust and special blue odor-trapping crystals are critical), and Smith�s and Fred Meyer are RIGHT out, for the love of God have you seen those produce sections�?
�and here�s me thinking that this wildly exciting and utterly riveting dilemma is far more entertaining to the general public than my social life or financial situation or any other subject matter that is generally typical to these online diaries.
Or perhaps equal in amusement value to watching a fucking STAIN on the wall until your frontal lobes seize up.
Yeah.
So. In light of that little mini-tirade, here is my Thanksgiving, in short, easy-to-digest bites, with no cheesy-ass additives or good-moley-I�m-the-dullest-person-on-earth preservatives (hopefully):
* Those fuckers were on my roof again at 8:00 am. I�m getting a shot gun.
* I made pies.
* There was turkey-size-related drama. It�s an annual tradition.
* I have a bag of cat shit on my porch.
* Big Sabu and George are, apparently, in stealth gay mode.
* Hey, just don�t mention �naps� in my house if you�re kidding. Cause that ain�t no joke.
* Vulturebait has no other internal organs except for a stomach. Believe it.
* Pokemon. Yes, Pokemon.
* I am Rewind's personal spicy, cream cheese, cracker spread taster. Kinky.
* Meatwad. Plus, something to the effect of: �I hope he can see this because I�m doing it as hard as I can.�
* A cursory mention of the Declaration of Independence.
* And well, no�we never watched porn as a family. Sorry to disappoint.
Oh, and there was food consumption in there, too.
Welcome to my holiday world, lumplings.
I�m dancing like a monkey.
10:19 a.m. - 2001-11-23
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