Geez.
That opening sentence annoys me in ways that I'm not sure I could actually explain; however, this week has been H-E-Doublehockeysticks, and I really just don't care to think of anything better. Let me know if you come up with anything. I won't change it because of all the not caring, but I do promise to admire your cleverness in my mind. So.
Moving on.
Let's do bullets, yeah? Yeah!
- How exactly is "yeah" supposed to be spelled anyway? When used in "yes" context, I mean, and pronounced "yahyuh" minus the Lil' Jon. (HUH?! WHAAT?! You know what I'm saying.) Anyway, is it "yeah" with an h, or "yea" without an h, which I would pronounce "yay!" as in "Yay!" Help me, internet.
- Why isn't blogger letting me line space between my bullets?! This is making me claustrophobic. Hold please, while I work on this technical issue....
- Be the bullet.
- Arrggh. Fine. Single space. Whatever.
- I can't decide which makes me happier: when my dog stands in the corner and throws up on the curtains, or when she takes her fresh-out-of-the-bath-wet-dogness and lays right on top of my latest load of clean laundry. Can you see why this would cause inner conflict?
- Oh dear betsy, now it's not line spacing between numbers. HTML, you are ON MY LIST!
*ahem*
Are we having fun here or what? The Brain Train is clearly a speeding bullet train that offers no warnings of upcoming stops and/or starts so really it's best to just stay seated and buckled in. I guess this is somewhat like the Thought Coaster, but really, have you had enough of my analogies yet?
Just one last thing before I let you go: I kind of hate it when there are toast crumbs in the tub of butter. It totally weirds me out.
The end.
1 comment:
I totally agree with the mirror in the desk drawer to view the zit on your forehead that you hope will somehow vanish as the day progresses but instead it grows larger and more bothersome...a volcano ready to erupt! Bleh
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