If you really loved me you would help me carry my laundry around the corner. I have at various points watched you do laundry a task which required me to ride in the scary elevator of doom: Causing me to be concerned about plummeting to my death or being eaten by monsters in your basement.
Not to mention last week I made you cookies, you meanie head.
Yes, today is the 2nd Blog from Kate’s Couch Day. And, I have no creativity in my body due to exhaustion. 3:41 am, man… 3:41am. I am a cranky pants and I admit it. I already blogged at 3:41 am. I want tacos and cuddling from someone… cuddling.
MAN I WANT CUDDLING. And, a nap. And, cookies… and, cuddling… preferably from NG, but pillows would suffice.
*stabby eyes*
*This blog post brought to you by lack of sleep.
Love,
The Cranky Affront to 20 Years of SF Culture
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[...] Dear Jeremy Randall: « Adorkable Grrl Says: December 4th, 2008 at 12:29 pm [...]
I love it, catagories: Jeremy is a butthead
LMAO
Not that I think Jeremy is a butthead, it was just funny.
On a side note : owning a washer/dryer of my own is so nice, I don’t have to watch rednecks fold their shit stained hunting long-johns anymore.
:’ I spelled categories wrong. Fix it please…I don’t want to look retarded.
HEHE
You don’t just have a rock to beat your laundry against? Wow, you city people are fancy.
Fancy and cranky.
Oddly enough, I once wrote a story about laundry in which the main character nearly plummets to his death in a faulty elevator and then gets eaten in the basement by a carnivorous alien masquerading as a washing machine.