So, breaking free I was (or have been). Problem is (or hopefully not), I've got random details in mind I need to put up with.
My goal: TANSO! -- still far from its finishing touches. Well, I have the sun to blame for not being generous enough for grabs. Like 'oh c'mon sun, I don't need you to shine, your job's beating.' I can feel my suntan lotion screaming: Cooperate! Pleayazz...
Uhmm.. A-ha! I remember, the roof has me buried by the work-home-work-home cycle. Oh yes, we've rare times together then. 'Haven't been thoroughly acquainted, yeah? Suffice to say I've got you. Sun. End of your boring story there.
Another thing: knitting bikini.. KNITTING BI-KINI?!! What the..really is that necessary? Hate it. Hate it. [gavel pounding]. I'll admit it anyway. Knitting bikini, so. And yes, I've got one site 'for the dummies' ready for it. 'Am actually feeling less pretty in most cases but it's gotten rhetoric. There's just nooo stopping it now. For which getaway? Dunno yet, will definitely keep myself posted.
K, I understand. Now, keep your cool. Next..
(With an intro: long sigh)--This is some verdict. The catalytic girl's proven guilty beyond reasonable doubt NOT HAVING DATED (ANYONE YET?! Whoa.. with popping eyes right there). Since when? OMG, You hell sure she's from this age? (Sshhh... a secret too dark for the telling). 'Swear dude, I'll bet my next paycheck to slap-wake you, it's real.
Settle down guys. Of course, she's got deal to accept, oath to take--that, ok (pause) before June-09's over, she will have been asked out (or vise versa, whichever comes first) by a 'qualified bachelor'. 'Mean, well.. at least. Mmmm.. sounds yummy.
Consequence if not? To be constricted by the world's deadliest boa. Nahh..scum! She'll simply be depressed, that's all. Nothing inflicts more suffering quite like it. Yeah, the hell with it.
Haay... Enough of the hopeless romantics (101) PLEAZZE.. Let's (for a break) have some shot of a gin (take note), one made suave by a dead snake preserved in it (having sweet aroma). WOW! I just saw my mom tried it unhesitatingly, as if it were an elixir to make immortal. As if in a scene from 'Survivor Series.' Let me tell you I'm curious, but drinking it for real? A-a. No way. It's rattling weird I could picture IT come to life. (Shivers). More weird than that? It's sitting on the countertop sink of our house.
DISCI-PLAN! Boy you've got to. If the work's light (like mine, like it isn't at all), better put some useful add-ons in between. Couple of days back, my plan to change template had been interrupted by XML (chenelin) error. Whatever that means.. has me going for stuffs not-so-my, oh my (html, css, javascript). But believing what it's worth? That used to be Bel's lil push there. Thanks shorty! Though I know you don't find my own application hip.. Ugh!
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