Jim seems to really enjoy this plowing thing.
I can't seem to wake up this morning. I'm trying to decide if I should go to the gym, go for a bike ride, or just stay home and work.
My crazy Russian friend should be appearing at my doorstep today unless she found a new girl to start a dysfunctional relationship with this week. She puts new meaning to the lesbian joke of what does a lesbian bring on the second date… her rented U-haul.
New episode of
Battlestar Galactica tonight. My Tivo will catch it but I'll probably watch it live as I have no real life.
I can smell my own twat so I probably should go take a shower and put some clothing on…