I love scrubs.

The best randomly uttered J.D. phrase is:
"There'll be banana hammocks everywhere!"

I'd totally hump Dr. Cox.

I wonder if my condoms have expired.

My otherbrother is visiting tomorrow,
and staying for a while.
I have to be entertaining.

It's amazing how little I do being that I live in fabulous Las Vegas.

I dig the hell out of it when he calls me "sis" I'm not sure exactly why.
My youngest brother Biff only calls me SISTER! Yes, often yelling, not the same.
Actually to think of it Biff calls me a lot of things, bitch, commie pinko bastard,
but I digress.

What if I'm not entertaining,
what if I bore the shit out of him?
Haven't seen him in ... oh no, we can't count.

Maybe I'm sleeping badly cause I'm just consuming far too much caffeine?

I wonder if there are any actual little cawfee shops here,
that aren't starfucks?

I won an accidental "whose proverbial dick is bigger" contest with J earlier.
Though I'm not sure it's something to brag about it,
I'm just a bigger jerk than he is.
It's really not funny without the details,
but fuck it.

addendum.

If I keep only fucking people I've fucked before,
it doesn't, at all, up my overall numbers.
So what's the point?
Oh yeah .. sex.
Just not another bedpost notch.

I need a bedpost.
Stupid invisible notches.

And why, deargodwhy, is that horrible song, which contains the line;
"my life is brilliant" stuck in my head?

If my life is a sitcom, it's badly written,
and the wardrobe sucks.

Smoke screen.

I'm at my most witty when annoyed at something,
or avoiding talking/thinking about something.

Or avoiding finishing some cleaning.

All the same;
eris queen of avoidance and subterfuge.

Part of my charm, baby.

pro
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NOOTCH

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I had thought that the internets went down,
but it seems to have just been a hiccup.
However, this reminded me that I'd not yet updated my post by email settings.
So even though the internets are back up, this post was made via email,
from my fon. Ain't technology grand?

oh my.

Someone slipped me a truth serum,
I'm suddenly babbling all kinds of shit I'd previously kept to myself.
And finding out maybe I shouldn't have kept it to myself in the first place.
=O

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Reason 4638 why I'm cooler than you:
I just ate taquitos with chopsticks.

separation anxiety

With much whimpering I let my fon go with J,
since otherbrother will be calling when he arrives,
and J's got the car to hop away from work for a bit to grab him.

I haven't yet slept and he's like to arrive at station after I've only barely been asleep,
I had panicky visions of answering the phone and being totally incoherent,
and leaving him stranded.

There's a reason my ringers are off when I sleep,
if I leave them on I'll answer, and I won't know what I'm saying,
and probably won't even remember answering later.

Only just got my fon back on.
It's away from me. *twitch*

Must sleep soon,
if I go to sleep, I won't know my fon's gone,
and I don't have to worry cause J has it and will answer.

Sometimes I wish I never required sleep.
Stupid sleep.

And here's the tricky part.

We've reached the point of no sleep where reality gets thin.

And the gorram mattress is wilty again.

If I don't sleep well, or at least decently,
I'M SO SMITING SOMEONE.

*smite*

In pursuit;

rash,
lofty,
extravagant.

What?