Less trouble when they're dead.....

Well the numbness is just about gone, so I ate a Packzi and got fatter.

While I was waiting for the anaesthetic to kick in, they forced me to watch Ellen and the commercials were on. There was a buy one get one free deal on at a plastic surgery clinic and as the offer flashed up, boobs were shown in the back ground. Srsly, with a few exceptions, who's going to buy one tit?

I'd have liposuction/tummy tuck. Is that two procedures? Have I already used up my "free"? Of course I'd never actually have elective surgery, but you know... I'd love to be thinner, I'm failing using the willpower/diet/exercise approach. badly :(

I know what you mean. I think if I could just take a machete and slice my belly off, then maybe glue it back together...

I'll do really great then fail, then fail then do really great.

I think we're forgetting something: we're awesome just as we are. :)

It's the old Buddy Hackett joke.

A woman goes to the dentist and he tells her she needs a root canal.

"Oh no a root canal! The last one I had was terrible. I'd rather go through childbirth again!"

"Well make up your mind, lady, I've got to adjust the chair."

And now I've wasted the whole day feeling sorry for myself.

That helps, make yourself feel bad for feeling badly.

I've felt sorry for myself all day but I've still accomplished some stuff. Now THAT'S tenacity. ;)

Yup, that's me all over. hmph.

Peas in a pod, it seems.

Whirled Peas.

Just what I wished for.....

I like when Shawnee chuckles ...

..because you know you'll soon be receiving a supply of hobo offal for your haggis business?

Chuck likes it too! :D

Which got me thinking. We should be prepared to start a post-apocalyptic restaurant chain: The Offal House.

Zombies be stumblin' in around 2:30 a.m. after the bars close (monster, I bet a lot of them hang out at Z's) saying "I'm so hungry I could eat some whores!"

I just got an email from Hector's Hockey team. Apparently it was naive of me not to realise that he would be expected to take a day off school to play in a local tournament.

Your priorities are obviously out of whack.

It's a fucking house team and the season is over. Now I get to be the bad guy if I say no. He's their only goalie, no-one else has been in net all year because he's never missed a game. He's looking forward to the tourney. but it's not OK. you don't just dump school. I'm in shock. And beest's too busy at work to discuss it now. Which is not his fault, but I don't know what to do