Why does this strike me as funny?

I guess it's just showing off my appreciation for potty humor... (don't worry-- it's a clean potty!)

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Tennessee

I know I'm breaking my own rules by posting twice in one day (*gasp!*), but I couldn't resist. I love June Carter Cash!





Enjoy. :D

Sing-a-long!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas I was walking down the street, one dark and dreary day, I came across a billboard and much to my dismay, the sign was torn and tattered from the rain the night before. But clearly I could read the message that it bore: 'Smoke Coca~Cola cigarettes! Drink Wrigley's spearmint beer! KennelRation dogfood makes your wife's complexion clear. Diaperize your baby in a Hershey's candy bar! And Texaco beauty cream is used by all the stars. So take your next vacation in a brand-new Frigidaire! Learn to play the piano in your winter underwear. Doctors say that babies should smoke until they're 3, and people over 65 should bathe in Lipton tea!' "

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Here I sit, at 12:35 am, unable to sleep. Nothing new, really. I've enjoyed my freedom to stay up 'til 2 and sleep 'til noon this summer. But why, of all nights, can't I sleep? Is it because I'm looking forward to watching the 4th of July parade with my nephews tomorrow morning? Is it because I'm anxious about my car's issues and money? Maybe I'm just too nervous about the never-ending school program I seem to have gotten myself into...uff. So much to worry about, so little time. I know I didn't have coffee today-- maybe I just had too much sugar.

Who knows?

Nevertheless, I'm here, lounging in my chair with my new high-heels on (I'm breaking them in and practicing walking for my cousin's wedding next month). And to answer your next question, yes, I am really listening to Christmas music. Don't ask me why-- I haven't the foggiest idea. It just felt like the thing to do ( I really can't stay--but baby it's cold outside-- I gotta go away-- but baby, it's cold outside).

Random thoughts for today:
I like cherries, but definitely -not- cherry-flavored stuff.
On the subject of flavors, I never liked bubblegum-flavored stuff, but BubbleMint Orbit gum is rapidly becoming one of my favorites.
I need to see if I can find Handel's Messiah-- the complete version. That'd be really cool to hear.
On the same subject, I should really research the Messiah and find out more... yeah... that'd be neat too.

I feel like blogging about something uber important. You know-- world peace or world hunger or the 'war on terror' or 'a human's inability to recognize the _____ in the world'. You know, stuff that people really want to read. Who cares about my random, subject-less ramblings (is that redundant?)? But I'm no expert... in anything (well, besides typing like a caffeinated chipmunk-- I'm definitely a pro in that area).

I feel this heaviness on my chest to share something profound, but I don't know what it is. I feel this innate desire to do something BIG-- you know, be the next uber-editor or write the next Great American Novel. But I don't think that's me. I don't think that's what I'm supposed to do.

Would you believe that I'm considering -not- going to school in the fall to instead go to prison for a week? Well, I am. How absolutely crazy, batty, berserk, mental, mad-as-a-hatter, schizo, unzipped, wacky and wonky would that be? (synonyms courtesy of thesaurus.reference.com) Am I seriously considering it? Yes. Yes, I am. I think it would be amazing, astonishing, fascinating, incredible, marvelous and prodigious. I considered just signing up for classes and asking my instructors what they'd think if I took a week off to go to jail... but then I decided that I'm not so sure how I'd explain the -why- part of all that.

It's 12:52 now (oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful...) and I think I could finally get serious about catching some Z's. Goodnight all (if, indeed, anyone actually reads this) and have a happy and safe 4th of July.

Don't burn anything down.

In fact, don't set anything on fire at all.

Unless, of course, it's meant to be on fire.

Then that's all right, I suppose.

Sweet dreams.