Try not to be distracted by my snoring
Here are more of my ancient Twitters, which I have craftily recycled so as to avoid actual blogging work today.
(That sounded a lot better before I actually said it. Fortunately I'm too tired to feel regret.)
Incidentally, today is another one of those days when Twitter isn't working properly for some reason. It just gives me a blank screen. Sometimes it does that, other days it's fine.
I dunno.
I copied these from a Word document where I've saved my favorite Twitters. (I realize this probably falls somewhere on the "pathetic" scale, but fortunately I'm too tired to feel embarrassed.)
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I'm going to go put some pants on and eat Sun Chips in the cemetery. The salsa flavored ones. And I'll try to find someone born in 1808.
6:47 PM May 22nd, 2009
Full of fiber and bran cereal. Everybody stand back.
9:19 AM May 26th, 2009
Ahhh... Home now. Just got done practicing f-horn. My lips feel like I french-kissed a motorcycle.
5:36 PM May 29th, 2009
Backache, neck-ache, and a headache which is turning into a migraine. Do me a favor-- if the world ends today, don't tell me til tomorrow.
3:48 PM May 31st, 2009
Haiku:
Pizza for dinner. - -
Convenient pointy joy... Yum! - -
Happy meaty sigh.
4:56 PM Jun 1st, 2009
Broccoli farts.
4:00 PM Jun 2nd, 2009
If I could talk to the color blue, would he tell me to stop eating blueberries, or does he see that as more of a purple instead?
10:50 PM Jun 10th, 2009
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4 comments:
With the exception of the f-horn practice, I think any one of those could have been tapped out by my fat little fingers. Especially those associated with flatulence. "Convenient Pointy Joy" yes. Followed again by more flatulence.
MonkeyMan: Most of my free time is consumed by pizza and flatulence. Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I like to fool people into thinking I'm ladylike.
(*evil laugh*)
I'm glad you put pants on to eat chips, they get everywhere!
I've been looking everywhere for salsa flavoured pants. Where the heck did you find them?
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