Only thing I hate about resin based glues is the stink. I have several wah pedals but I love my bass one best. Even Frieda (my guitar) sounds good through it
My contacts are hurting! I need to drag them out. Or should I enjoy the pain and watch it make me a stronger man?
I'm stuck at a choice - paint more or do some of my essay......
Making a slideshow with audio for one of my blog poems. It's gonna be tough, I think, but rewarding. It's getting the pictures matched up with the words that's difficult but I'm sure I'll manage to pull it off, eventually. Once finished I'll upload it to Youtube and share here. Edit@ not here here but my profile here (ok, so this is a bit of a plug but whatever, it's random!)
gotta block party this afternoon. all the kids from around the block I grew up on, some of the parents, and a bunch of the nuns from grade school.
Going out fishing on a boat tomorrow! Please tell me off if you see me lurking later tonight, I neeeeed sleeeeeep!
Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.
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I have this burning desire to drink and start singin all by myself a la bridget jones style lol. (Sorry on a bit of a low in life at the mo and really need a pick me up :/)
I'm wondering why my email is taking 10mins to send a few simple lines...
I just made a two hook-flapper two times, and a Portland rig.
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Had a very good day with family & Jade my puppy & is so very much in love with My Mistress
Random wittering from my brain: Next time you feel like nobody, just remember, nobody is perfect.
I love that there are no bones in ice cream. yum!
i just wrote a verrrra silly haiku for gurlyboy. it goes like this:
a quirky cat turned
into a bat to kiss a
lass whose heart was glass
Meat gets drunk in his spaghetti.... That is all.
Don't you just hate when you're writing a story and you're on a roll, you know it's near dinner time but you just keep plugging on because you're in the moment. Next minute, BOOM! A loud, unceremonious voice bellows "DINNER!!" at you and you say to yourself "just one more paragraph" and then comes a second, different voice, even though you answered "five minutes" the first time. You finish the paragraph but all you can think of is getting back to it. More than likely you wolf your food then make yourself sick. You still manage to bang the story out because you're determined that it needs to come out of your head but the heartburn from wolfing your dinner down drives you nuts. On a more random note "don't hurt the tadpoles!"
Just got done writing some poetry and now I'ma go help the wifey with dinner.