Non-Sequiturs

Damn.

Big Poppa!

Guns.

Leather Daddy.

Nice belly.

Handsome as hell.

Grrrr.

Police booty.

On the couch.

On the couch 2.

Damn damn.

Gorgeous.

I bet he'd jack hammer me hard.

Wow.

Woof.

So cute.

Adorable.

UNF

Sexy.

Sup?

Grrrrr.

Groink!

Perfect.

Amazing body.

Hey daddy!

Cigar daddy.

Yes please.

So beautiful.

I can't believe it is already December.

Andrew and I put up a Christmas tree. It is the first time I have put up decorations in over 7 years.

I hate coming in to work on Mondays when I don't feel well.

And it is on days when I don't feel well that I appreciate that my job is sometimes less mentally taxing.

Snicker.

How can no one else see that someone is just a complete and utter self-absorbed, egotistic asshole?

I have never taken a selfie at the gym.

Logictech has the most bizarre logo.

Working from home is always good in theory, not so much in execution.

Yeah, do it.

Carrie Underwood doing a live version of The Sound of Music. She has a beautiful voice, but lacks any sort of emotive capability.

I wish more people would learn the correct usage of "since" and "because."

When did pet medications become "great stocking stuffers?"

Too true.

I will be so glad when football season is over.

Thanksgiving is all about the mashed potatoes.

I love Will & Grace, but I do feel the show went downhill after Grace met Leo.

Although it is a little on the evil side, I do enjoy using the birthdays feature on FB to determine whether to unfriend someone or not. No interaction in the time we have been friends on there? Buh-bye!

Your cute of the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so

Poor dunce
He pushed back the pig men
The Barbs laughed
The fool is dead

Poor dunce
He's less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead

And prayer can't travel
So far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes, poor dunce

Swings through the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days

Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul."

David Bowie
"A Small Plot of Land"

"That's how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts
And start to figure it out

And if it's crowded, all the better
Because we know we're gonna be up late
But if you're worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay
That's how it starts

And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun
One of the ways we show our age

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
And I still don't wanna stagger home
Then it's the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet

You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Teah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend

It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except in parts
When the moral kicks in

Though when we're running out of the drugs
And the conversation's winding away
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
Like a sales force into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
On the road, there's always this
And if I'm sewn into submission
I can still come home to this

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
You think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
Tou look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight."

LCD Soundsystem
"All My Friends"

"10:15
10:15
Saturday night
Saturday night
And the tap drips
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

Waiting
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
For the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
Where she's been
And I'm crying
And I'm crying
For yesterday
For yesterday
And the tap drips
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

It's always the same
It's always the same."

The Cure
"10:15 Saturday Night"

Appealing Things

Andrew taking care of me when I am sick
Evil, soulless people leaving Atlanta
Walgreens Health Clinic
Christmas parties with Andrew for the first time
Bumble tree ornament
Toy Party

Annoying Things

Evil, soulless people moving to one of my favorite cities
Figuring out your flu is a nasty sinus infection
People who don't get a hint
December rain
Walgreens pharmacy: total clusterfuck