turkey drips down my balls
im at work. blah. i dont enjoy the worky. id rather lay my fat ass on my couch and curl up with my comforter. then i would call my bitch, hungy howies, and demand some 5 dollar pizzas, oooo and some cheesy bread, i can not forget the cheesy breat. but, alas, im stuck at the close to minimum wage job, slaving away typing in my diary.
i just took a quiz thing, more challenging work. i found it on alison's diary.
I believe you belong in Pride and Prejudice; a world of satire and true love. A world where everything is crystal clear to the reader, and yet where new things seem to be happening all the time. You belong in a world where your free-thought puts you above the silly masses, and where bright eyes and intelligence are enough to attract the arrogant millionaire/prejudiced young woman of your choice.
hmm. im not sure. i did just read that book, so thats cool.
i have about 9 million assignments due on thursday. its my last day of msu classes for the semester so they have anything and everything due. no thanks!
im too random with all this weight on my shoulders. im off to do some of these projects :)
funny thing that my kids did today: one of the girls rewrote the lyrics to that chingy (i dont even know if thats his name) song about "sweat drop down my balls..." all about thanksgiving dinner. it reminded me of a time when some campers were singing "i want to sip, sip, sip you from the cup through my straw..."