All entries for Monday 08 November 2004
November 08, 2004
Those lazy, godforsaken pustules of the generally-productive human race, who get into an elevator on one floor to get to THE VERY NEXT FLOOR. Your inability to cart your own ass around is simply astounding, and impels me to show you an iota of pity, while I plunge blunt pencils into your eyeballs.
me: I'm not wearing any underwear. Heehee.
him: why not?
me: felt like it.
him: I hope your bloody eggs don't fall out. Haha, get it, bloody eggs.
me: that was just not funny, period.
him: for that, I'll give you a standing ovulation.
oh, he just cracks me up. like, you know, an egg.