Yeah, I’m talking to you.
No more glue-sniffing or whatever the fuck you’re doing when I am not looking.
Seriously. I dreamed about the goombahs from Jersey Shore repelling a zombie/alien attack all night. I don’t even watch the friggin’ show.
NO more of that, alright?
Thanks,
~The Mgmt
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When it comes to douchebags vs. zombies, I root for injuries 😉
Heh. Except then we would have Goomzies. Zombahs?
You know. Jersey Zombies.
You’re dreaming of Jersey Shore?
Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I recommend coffee.
I don’t even watch TV /plaintive
4 cups and counting.
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I opted for a big mug of British-style tea this morning before biking off into the gray and wet.
This was a tactical error. I’m wilting at the desk and making gray and brooding sketchbook pages. I need caffeine and sunshine to live, darnit. 🙂
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British tea doesn’t have the correct amount of caffeine for gray and wet? Huh. You’d think they’d be experts on that sort of thing.
Yeah. Much as I am gonna bitch about the sun/heat later….I am tired of gray and chilly.
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I was really happy about the hot days on Friday and Saturday. I want them back now…just not tooooo hot.
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I really wanted them on Sunday, when I was not prepared at the campout for what Sunday brought us.
That sounds like a hilarious parody of Battle: Los Angeles. Tag line: “The fate of humanity … Yeah, we’re fucked.”