For God’s sake, Kiala, why can’t you just blog everyday like a normal person?
Well.
Hm.
Well.
Okay, here’s what happened, you guys.
I took – let’s call it a challenging – yoga class last week and the very next day came down with something that made me sleep for twenty three hours every day afterward. Has this ever happened to any of you?
So, I investigated my sicky-ness on the intertrons and it seems as if I maybe released some toxins or some such dark magicks and given myself a flu thing. Oopie! This did not, however, stop me from continuing to do the yogas every day anyway because I really, really like it and I am bored to tears with the stupid elliptical machine and it is summer all the time in San Francisco apparently so I feel like I need some kind of abominable muscles. Is that right? Did I say that right?
So that is where I’ve been. Oh! Also I am waiting for Dane to be done working on his super secret website project for one of the coolest girls in the WORLD so that he can work on MY project involving a tee shirt for one Mr. Ferik Penrickson. I would do it on my own but I do not know how the XBox works, let alone Photoshop. Never fear, Ferik, I will (continue to) withhold sex from Dane until he gets it done.
And finally we are having an all day orgasm in the Hesselbee household because tonight is the series premiere of Battlefrak Gorramifrak Battlebots Gatatertots and, as I have previously mentioned to both Ferik and Justin Stanley, I am fairly certain that the final cylon is Wall-E. I know I’m right about this because I read it on Gawker and Gawker would never lie to me about anything. It is my bible, my best friend, and my teacher. It is my first love, my father, and my mother. It is what I read in the bathroom. It is, in other words, everything to me.
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Honestly, your one post is better reading than a week’s worth of posts on most blogs, so I forgive you. Even though there were a few things up there I didn’t really get. I’m still new here.
It really is summer, isn’t it? Take that, rest of the country (except for those plane crash survivors – they deserve some SF weather).
In our morning meeting I kindly reminded everyone that tonight was the premier and nobody said a word… WTF?!? And this is the “tech” department supposedly full of geeks. I was SO disappointed. Frankly, I’m just excited to be all caught up and able to watch it live on Sci-Fi for the first time with everyone else.
What I don’t understand is how 2 of the final 5 were not on Galactica at the time of the attack… how could the Cylons know they weren’t nuking one of these 5 people during the initial attack? That makes no sense.
well there you are. i was just coming by to say that i missed you and that i have been spreading the xtranormal obsession disease to everyone. oh, god that sounds like i’m a carrier.
withholding sex opens all doors.
Did you mean Johnny 5?
My daughter won’t leave the damn dog alone and it makes me want to withhold sex from my husband because he’s not here and dammit it’s his kid too.
Also, I want to kill somebody.
I don’t want to hear your excuses. Can’t you take some fancy yoga class that makes you release the kinds of toxins that make you want to blog a lot? You should look into that.
i miss my bosslady.
but your smile deludes my anger into love.
Blogging is like, I don’t know. Barfing. Yeah, like barfing: It’s not natural to do it every day. It also has that in common with bathing, another “B” word.
And masturbation, a third “B” word!
I’m going to take a blogging break so people compliment me. I’m also going to wear a paper bag over my head and then remove the bag with a flourish and let the adoration roll in.
Also, ARCHER NEEDS TO GO POOPOO. The internet can’t hear what happens in my house, can it?
you’re adorkable!
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