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Aug. 10th, 2012 04:16 pm1515
One hundred and three degrees, Louise...
Bo says, “Who’s Louise? Is this a new friend, or are you still playing around with names for the girly girl?”
No, no. I... was just being poetic.
“Oooh, I get it! ‘degrees’ and ‘Louise’ rhyme, so clever! I can’t believe you aren’t making a living off of this.”
Yeah, well, racism is a terrible thing. But you really shouldn’t mock me, little buddy. It’s been awhile since we have enjoyed any chit chat at all.
“Whose fault is that? I take it you must have some new e-friends. Are they C-cups, D-cups?”
No such luck. But I suppose I am spending more of my e-time on my show blog. Sort of chatting with the news cycle as it were.
“It’s always the Internet first, and your friends second or third or never. That’s a pretty shabby way to treat someone who is supposed to be your bestest friend.”
Well, it doesn’t require as much imagination to chat with the news. It gets pretty depressing just dribbling on about the little nothing-details of this nothing-life, about my dieting, my chores, life with Pop and the cats, about the weather and the elephant ears, and blah blah blah blah.
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1755
Whoa, I just realized that it looks so dark outside and it’s not even six o’clock yet. Could this mean rain?? They aren’t forecasting it, but these days they are just flipping a coin anyway. God, do we need a drought-busting storm!
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1815
And it’s raining good and hard, let it fall and fall!
* * * *
1840
It didn’t last more than twenty minutes. And it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting more of that, but I’m sure hope is running rampant - so close to having it all.
One hundred and three degrees, Louise...
Bo says, “Who’s Louise? Is this a new friend, or are you still playing around with names for the girly girl?”
No, no. I... was just being poetic.
“Oooh, I get it! ‘degrees’ and ‘Louise’ rhyme, so clever! I can’t believe you aren’t making a living off of this.”
Yeah, well, racism is a terrible thing. But you really shouldn’t mock me, little buddy. It’s been awhile since we have enjoyed any chit chat at all.
“Whose fault is that? I take it you must have some new e-friends. Are they C-cups, D-cups?”
No such luck. But I suppose I am spending more of my e-time on my show blog. Sort of chatting with the news cycle as it were.
“It’s always the Internet first, and your friends second or third or never. That’s a pretty shabby way to treat someone who is supposed to be your bestest friend.”
Well, it doesn’t require as much imagination to chat with the news. It gets pretty depressing just dribbling on about the little nothing-details of this nothing-life, about my dieting, my chores, life with Pop and the cats, about the weather and the elephant ears, and blah blah blah blah.
66666666666666
6666666666666
1755
Whoa, I just realized that it looks so dark outside and it’s not even six o’clock yet. Could this mean rain?? They aren’t forecasting it, but these days they are just flipping a coin anyway. God, do we need a drought-busting storm!
* * * *
1815
And it’s raining good and hard, let it fall and fall!
* * * *
1840
It didn’t last more than twenty minutes. And it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting more of that, but I’m sure hope is running rampant - so close to having it all.
