2005-10-04 09:48
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. . . I'm wearing my ugly pants at the office. Boo Fucking Yah.
I don't have a Hawaiian shirt, for Hawaiian shirt day, so I've got Hawaiian pants, a black silk shirt, and a pastel lavender lei.
The world can go fuck off, as far as I'm concerned. Even the prospect of trying the new Indian joint at lunch is not that interesting.
I HAVE THRILLING PANTS, GODDAMMIT. PHEAR MY PHUCKING LEG-SHEATHS OF VISUAL BADNESS!
I don't have a Hawaiian shirt, for Hawaiian shirt day, so I've got Hawaiian pants, a black silk shirt, and a pastel lavender lei.
The world can go fuck off, as far as I'm concerned. Even the prospect of trying the new Indian joint at lunch is not that interesting.
I HAVE THRILLING PANTS, GODDAMMIT. PHEAR MY PHUCKING LEG-SHEATHS OF VISUAL BADNESS!
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Wish I was having Indian. I'll be over here drinking SlimFast.
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(bounce) I'm gonna wear my new hawaiian dress :)
And drink fruity drinks :) :)
And just get silly :D
Ok, I'll stop now.
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that's probably more to do with my current attitude than anything, tho.
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I'm not sure if the perk of having leg-sheaths of visual badness is really enough incentive to wanna *have* "The Day", but at least you get to annoy people on the street.
And why not have indian food? Treat yourself. If "The Day" is indeed in your lap, you can at least spill a little curry on it like a particularly annoying lap dog. Maybe you'll land some in it's eye, and it'll limp away in pain.
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Nice visual, thanks! :)
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Uzi time.
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