consumer
The other night after my long day of... whatever it is I do on Sundays... I was sitting back and relaxing the way I often do after a long day of being me... I was laying in the bed with my laptop atop my lap. My headphones were on, my
hope
There are a great many things I am... but there are even more that I am not. One thing I consider myself not to be is a political blogger, but sometimes politics are more than just politics and it seems to me that today, tomorrow, the next week, the coming
fit feb
more fit friends to play with... it looks like we're up to 32... that is unless I'm missing someone... Am I? Is it you? Don't have a badge? Don't have any link love in the fit friends category to the right? Please
chocolate
today is February 1st. Do you know what that means? teeheheeehehe... I can have the chocolate... I mean I can't right now... As I write this it's 10:01 pm here... thursday... but still... I can have chocolate. That whole month of not eating chocolate? Totally
babble
Oh how we're gaining momentum towards our Fit February. (Isn't that the dumbest name I could think of? Yes, yes it is) we have people PEOPLE joining in with this whole happy healthy exercise thing. How many people you may ask??? Well at last count... when
babble
last night Mr. Kaos and I were having one of our late night talks... It encompassed many things: our lives, macabre humor and of course politics, as it is the season. Alas it was growing late and I told Mr. Kaos I needed to get some sleep. A long day
chocolate
And lo... the saga of the Choconots and Frenemies is drawing to a close. We've seen our fair share of comic ugliness as the choconots tried (successfully) to avoid the lure of the chocolate while the Frenemies taunted us mercilessly... Or... not so mercilessly really, we've
babble
I started writing when I was young. Just a child. I almost think I learned to read so that I would have the power to put pen to page and make words of my own. I wrote little poems, short short stories, bits of prose. They all had one thing
consumer
I got a phone call from a very rushed Mr. Kaos yesterday telling me he sent me something from some place called hulu and that I wasn't to delete it. That I needed to go sign up. That it was something I would like... I'm not
love
I'm a little tired babies. I'm keeping late nights. Late. The time I want to go to bed sees me sitting wide awake. And what am I doing with that precious time I have scheduled for sleep? I could be blogging, commenting, reading, editing, watching tv,
award
I have no time for any of those flowery words or fancy alliterations today... It's time we get down to business. There are things to do. Matters to discuss. Stuff to talk about... And where oh where do I begin? Perhaps we'll start with the biggest
art
so aside from this whole unpaid writing gig that I love so much I have a plethora of other unpaid specialties... personal chef art teacher escort nurse (completely unqualified) non-recorded music video director photographer maid (completely untalented) secretary hair stylist wardrobe stylist (woefully under qualified) tattoo collector etiquette coach and.