Just finished my list for Santa. There's only one thing I really want, of course.
Do you think he can get me a life?
See, today I realized I HAVE NO FREAKIN' LIFE! (I know, I know, the two of you who read my diary have known THAT bit of info forever, but remember I'm not the brightest bulb in the box.)
Even worse, the weather outside is frightful ...
And I'm working insanely hard so I can have time off for the holidays. Updates will be occasional at best for the next little while.
If something major should happen such as ... oh, I don't know ... one of my cats actually catching a mouse, or stinky monkeys flying out of my butt (the latter is more likely), I'll be here in a flash to let you know, eh.
Want to delve into my sordid past?
She's mellllllllllllllting - Wednesday, Feb. 15, 2012 - Back off, Buble - Monday, Dec. 19, 2011 - Dispersed - Monday, Nov. 28, 2011 - Nothing comes for free - Monday, Nov. 21, 2011 - None of her business - Friday, Nov. 04, 2011 -
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