This is Not Goodbye
Jul. 14th, 2006 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenny_wildcatThat really has nothing to do with anything.
Yup, up with the chickens at the ungodly hour of... 9:30 am. So sue me, how could anyone sleep with the spanish radio station blaring from some construction worker's 80s' era DI radio? (It was a construction worker because they're redoing the credit union next door's parking lot and that's where it was coming from).
I'm severely disappointed. KSL hasn't swooped down and revoked my message boarding privileges from insulting their viewership. Probably just as well. They'd go on TV and make it look like I was going to start calling everyone's kids poopy-heads and meatball brains online and I needed to be stopped by the good Relief Society presidents of the area (that's irony for you. The Relief Society thing, not the meatball brain).
Well, the missionary hussy is up and at it early. I go down for breakfast and there she is, all nice and cozy with some dude and she's making him some nice and spicy scrambled egg omelet while he shows her the joys of making fun of emo bands on the internet. Now we're breakfast pimps, apparently. (She's the EFY counselor, btw, I don't think that she can go back to EFY next year unless she's had at least one proposal for marriage before then. Whether or not she accepts... well, I suppose she'd be obligated to).
I get paid today! Happiness and fun for everyone! The bad news: I need to go grocery shopping and put gas in the car and pay the utility bills (which, not everyone has yet paid me for) and stuff like that. Oh well, that's why I have a job.
Thus endeth my pointless babbling. Have a spiffy day!
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
Yup, up with the chickens at the ungodly hour of... 9:30 am. So sue me, how could anyone sleep with the spanish radio station blaring from some construction worker's 80s' era DI radio? (It was a construction worker because they're redoing the credit union next door's parking lot and that's where it was coming from).
I'm severely disappointed. KSL hasn't swooped down and revoked my message boarding privileges from insulting their viewership. Probably just as well. They'd go on TV and make it look like I was going to start calling everyone's kids poopy-heads and meatball brains online and I needed to be stopped by the good Relief Society presidents of the area (that's irony for you. The Relief Society thing, not the meatball brain).
Well, the missionary hussy is up and at it early. I go down for breakfast and there she is, all nice and cozy with some dude and she's making him some nice and spicy scrambled egg omelet while he shows her the joys of making fun of emo bands on the internet. Now we're breakfast pimps, apparently. (She's the EFY counselor, btw, I don't think that she can go back to EFY next year unless she's had at least one proposal for marriage before then. Whether or not she accepts... well, I suppose she'd be obligated to).
I get paid today! Happiness and fun for everyone! The bad news: I need to go grocery shopping and put gas in the car and pay the utility bills (which, not everyone has yet paid me for) and stuff like that. Oh well, that's why I have a job.
Thus endeth my pointless babbling. Have a spiffy day!
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
