And Now I'll Screw a Cork

2003-09-15

Shit. Not updating at work is gonna kill me. And if it doesn't, having to remember to use this damn shift key for all the pretty little capital letters surely will. How do you people do it? Halfway through every sentence, I literally backspace to the beginning to fix my lowercase err of ways.

Lamosity am I. Old dog, new tricks, no way.

Johnny Cash was buried today. In a black coffin with silver handles.

In other mortifying news, I received my CA information booklet for the recall. And there they are, amidst all the hum-drum names. * blah�blah * Gary Coleman * blah�blah * Larry Flynt * blah�blah * Ahnold fur Gufner.

My dad is currently driving cross-country from Pennsylvania. I�m meeting him in Monterey this weekend for a corkscrew conventi*n. I shit you not. Corkscrew ties and corkscrew socks, but definitely NO corkscrew jokes. Serious business.

Anyway, yesterday I went to buy a skirt. An above-the-knees skirt. For my dad. Because he doesn�t "like women in trousers." Not even my super dykey pin-stripe trousers, dad?

I have no morals or backbone when it comes to pleasing the folks, because as difficult as it is to go skirt shopping, it�s much easier than arguing with them. And thus, I have myself a frilly little skirt and some strappy shoes.

Yes, it promises to be quite a weekend.

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