so, my day, though work-filled, wasn't terrible. i had a decent morning (as noted before, what with all that strange rambling... about bald men) and lunch was delicious (chili). jesus... i'm doing it again. really? how disinteresting can i be? i'm the most humanly boring living organism.
in other news, apparently craig ferguson masturbates to golf.
I HAVE BEEN MISSPELLING MASTURBATES UNTIL JUST NOW. i always put an e instead of a u. go me? for being... illiterate? god, i fail.
wait a second. craig is wearing a three piece suit. and i should be paying attention to him. something about drinking. so much drinking...
i've been texting bryan back and forth. is it bad that i keep getting that shit-eating grin whenever he does? great, i'm smitten. tom was right. i'm smitten. what a shame, huh? what a shame.
i'm exhausted. why does my brain stop working?
shatners? seizers? i should probably be listening. yep, there's a leprechaun. with a golf club. and reeeeally rosy cheeks. next to geoff. (geoff's a robot). i could definitely go for a really big glass of rice milk. mmmm. so good.
mishamigos. i miss misha collins making a weekly appearance in my life.
craig said testicles. and now it's time for commercials. oh, geoff. dearest geoff.
i'm a little chilly. this blankets not too warm. shame.
hate. hate upon you. oh reid.
hobbit visited me at work! it's always nice. he never finished his story... i got to the point where he was waiting for corey to get back with cindy (for shame.) i wish i was cool like the freedom chase card commercial guy.
i'm not too tired. which is weird. i blame work. i always blame work. mmmm. work was fun though. joe and i closed with tom. joe is adorable. he's sort of the foundation of cafe at times. he's just... a sweet kid. and tom did not start riots at disney this year. however jakey did indeed actually have a princess breakfast. apparently he loves the princesses and was most definitely macking on them the entire time.
i'm really chilly.
your mouse is not different! your mouse is like any other mouse!
love his face. oh, oh craig.
i like eating breakfast for dinner. dear dear. silly betty. try it! it's delicious!
(sorry, answering craig's emails with him...)
and star wars. dear c3po: i love you. not really, though.
leia: i happen to like nice men.
han: i'm a nice man... (kiss)
kissed a girl?!
shalom.
what am i doing here? attempting to entertain strudel.
i need to write more later.
"i'm six feet under and i'm starting to rot."
maybe later.
-aleey
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