This radio station in Ottawa... the "Hit" radio station - which losely translates into endless crap that includes way too many guys in satin bowling shirts spitting on their microphones - they have a "loser line" phone number (613 -723-9396) that you give to someone when they ask for your number and you'd rather they fuck off. It's an answering machine and the message tells the caller... "you've reached the loser line...etc." and they play the messages on their morning show. Dude... the messages are some funny shit. :) (this is the [ :: web link to the Loser Line :: ] thing at their web site...
Splitney Beers was just joking around and it went too far. uh huh... sounds like what she said about that time in the locker room with the football team... and she had smelly burps for weeks after that. I wonder what part of her will stink after the Weekend Wedding. She really oughtta marry Clay Aiken ... then they can rub their plastic parts together to generate heat.
wearing
~ black stripey ftsl
~ black sorta kinda jeans
~ nice colarless shirt
~ big comfry new sweater, thick knit and beige
planning
~ several meetings to get the new year started... !!!!!
~ bang - zooom out of here after lunch to find my way to Arnprior (town very west of where I live... which is distinctly west of where I work... so it's a long way to go) for an appointment with a hernia doc... (If I agreed to go to Arnprior, I would ensure an appointment sooner versus a lot later...)
~ still trying to see a guy about a horse... but it's looking dim.
wishing
~ a happy birthday wish for little Faith... (that's
jennfromtx little darl'en girl)~ a big congrats out to
serpah on the bump. That's gotta feel good yo! ~ my friend
wbahner's Lucy shakes the cough... I sooooo know what a hassel the never ending cough can be.~ oh, and a slightly random wish for good fortune for a superhero girl...
fallingforward... :D ~ to slip a word in for a friend
khisanth... squeeze.It's cold.
It's dark...
The sun is hiding
and the snow is squeeky.
There is ice everywhere.
Do you live in perpetual summer?
I hate you... please ask me to come live with you.
I'll rub your back... a lot...