cuz dollhouse is one then and i'll have to turn off the monitor and if he falls and breaks an arm i won't know because i will be watching the brilliance that is joss whedon.
speaking of joss, that is why i am posting now. no, not because the kid is crying. they were crocodile tears that stopped before i even started the second paragraph. but i wanted to post before i see dollhouse to say this - - - ya know when people talk about friends that they have had that because of one thing or another it doesn't matter what that person ever does again they will still adore them. that is how i feel abou tthis dollhouse thing. it doesn't matter if it sucks. joss brought me buffy and angel and firefly and yes, even dr. horrible's sing a long blog and therefore i will watch this show until it ceases to suck or they yank it off the air. at which point i will buy it's dvd's. good gravy i hope i don't have to eat those words.
speaking of friends and expectations, what a strange place my life is. ya know i told you i have that sort of drive by approach to friendship. yet in practice i have these weird . . . i don't even know what they are. i'd just like to be a reasonable degree of friends with a few people and go out every once in a great while. is that so bizarre? and then relationship (ie boyfriend) - yeah, well, i'm still not gonna talk about that but suffice it to say that isn't what i intended either. so how is it exactly that most things in my life are fairly polar opposite of what i would like them to be / what i always intended them to be?
speaking of things i didn't intend, there is the fact that i made the mistake of donating once to a cancer fund and now two of them tag team me every night for roughly four hours a night - not to mention all the calls that i am not here for and since i don't want to say 'i'm not donating to cancer' but at the same time i don't want to say 'sure i'll donate; please call me every day for the rest of my life' i just ignore the calls or periodically hit answer and end simul atque. plus some 1800 service number that i'm pretty sure wants to give me the grand prize to a giant poop in the pants.
speaking of poop in the pants. when will my child potty train?? every time he makes a developmental jump i pray it will be his last for a while so he can concentrate on getting in touch with his inner underwear wearer.yeah, i wish i had something glib to say about that but i really don't. what i do have is a pimple the size of asia on my chin.
speaking of asia and pimples, the first dollhouse may or may not take place in asia but i bet eliza won't have pimples. look, give me a break i'm exhausted. i went to bed at 10pm last night like a good little doobie. ya know what happens when i do that?? i wake up at FOUR THE FUCK AM!! and am unable to return to nigh nigh land until 5.30 just so i can get up at 6.30 mofos! why was i up at 6.30 you might ask? to go to the worst cpr class in history. and actually *that* was really weird. what happened to me personally in that class i mean, nothing to do with the class itself. but that will have to wait because whedon is calling.
and speaking of whedon i've decided the way to share my favorite quotes is to change my tag each post. you'll know it because it will be bold (both in coloring and in its supreme whedonesqueness) but really - - joss waits for no ma'am so . . .
if the apocalypse comes, beep me
2 comments:
i don't know why the fricking bold won't frickin work
Was the CPR class worse than mine with the company, where... oh what was his name, you hate him, Peters buddy... anyway he just LOOOOVED giving me the Heimlich.
I don't know nuthin about no potty training. I never worked in the toddler room, so I'm more clueless than you. Can you tell ME what the fuck is her problem at dinner time. She has turned it in to screaming time. Starting yesterday we are ignoring it. She never ate. Oh well, they told me to watch her weight.
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