Why I have no time for anyone |
My days go something like this: Wake up too early on the couch because my laundry has taken up permanent residence in my bed because I don't have time to put it away before it just gets dirty again. W...
Posted by Eileen on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 10:52:00 PST |
Recovery coma |
I had to ask my lawyer if I smelled like whiskey before entering the court house. I didn't, but if I had we all know that it was one hell of a wedding the night before. At least the parts that I remem...
Posted by Eileen on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:57:00 PST |
Pssstttt |
I got my skydiving feet wet today and it looks like someone might be taking afew more jumps come this fall. Hysterical romance novel version to follow at some point. There was lots of archi...
Posted by Eileen on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 02:21:00 PST |
The Communion house landscape |
Busy jumping through hoops and blurring lines, I've been rather laxed at bothering to write down the demensions of said hoops and lines.
Never mention sharks and alligators when in the middle of the ...
Posted by Eileen on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 11:56:00 PST |
Send Lawyers, Guns and Money |
The news travelled fast enough without my actually saying anything. I guess that's what happens when you get arrested in a small town. Could have been worse, I could have been drunk.
I haven't smoked...
Posted by Eileen on Thu, 24 May 2007 11:46:00 PST |
Fear of frying II |
Somebody fetch my pills, I'll wash them down with this here pina colada (I know how tacky in that Jimmy Buffet way). I really am my own worst fear or at least fear is the little mind killer. It is off...
Posted by Eileen on Fri, 11 May 2007 04:04:00 PST |
I fell down a few times, a few of them were in soft beds |
I'm alittle bit dumber for all of the events the past weekend, alittle bit dumber and very, very bruised. I spent yesterday in the recovery ward known as my bed as every ounce of water in my body...
Posted by Eileen on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:28:00 PST |
we whipped those local boys, they bought us drinks all night |
""I don't like drinking with filthy apes." That there, is a clean ape.
Posted by Eileen on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
strange puddles |
Waking up early and sober, in my own house beats waking up in a strange place realizing you're urinating in someone's kitchen garbage can. Not that I've ever done such a thing, ahem, but geez if...
Posted by Eileen on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
