2005-03-31 - 9:19 a.m.
It's a birthday!
I have over three feet of paperwork to get through today and Monday, but I have just enough time to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB! I love you, snoogums. *sounds of retching offstage* Oh, okay. throw up on me, all of you. You're just jealous that the Prince of Fucking Darkness made me his Satanic Bride, and now we're all warm and cozy together. Instead of hickeys, he leaves scorch marks. Yowza! (okay, okay - seriously now. Bob done been very very good to me.) (I have to do *actual* work now.) (Crap.) (Happy birthday anyway. I plan to snork down alcohol in your honour tonight [unless you want me to drive, but you work tomorrow], and try to persuade people that karaoke might be fun. I won't succeed, but I might mumble the lyrics to "Creole Lady Marmalade" into my glass of wine.)
Dorsal - Ventral
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