FireDownBelow

LOL. Actually, yes. Well, to a certain point. Most readheads I've know, myself included, have red hair, red facial hair and eyebrows and pubic hair. But the hair on our arms and legs tends to be blonde.

Oh, I forgot, have fun with this thread!

Ok, quite a few people have their own thread and I'm terribly narcissitic, not to mention I love jumping on the band wagon, so I thought I'd start my own. Post whatever questions you want, doesn't matter what, I'll answer them. Along with providing some colorful commentary.

Everyone looks edible to day. I should not have left the house. As a matter of fact they should chain me to a wall.

I think I'll have hair on my palms by the end of this month.

Random junk:

I smell good today. I get to work overtime next week. More cash for...stuff. I feel like I'm about to climb the walls. I bought my first square in a football pot. I hope I win. I should go before I get caught.

If I said my name was Bob would people believe me?

My husband is going to Tennessee for a week. I'll be all by myself. I don't know whether to throw a party like some kid who's parents have gone out of town...or to mope because in six years I've never been without him more than a couple of nights.

Yesterday a customer asked me if I had children. No, happily childless at the moment. And then he says, well, you just look like a mother.

And I wonder to myself, why?

It's not as if I was wearing a shirt that said, World's Greatest Mom, or had spit up on me... Was it meant as a compliment? I'm not sure...he could have meant, oh, you're fat you look like you've given birth to three or four... Or maybe it was just an observation.

However, I don't know what sparked his comment so I was at a complete loss on how to react to it.

I'm still puzzling it out.

I have seen the light! My husband and I both have converted. We are transformed. May he shelter you all in the embrace of his noodly appendage and blessings upon thy eye patches and hooks.

Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Afternoon Thoughts, from a full belly to Borneo

My belly's full. It's a pretty day. I would like to sleep in the green grass instead of being at work. I wish it were fall but I can feel the sharp edge of the heat creeping in under the cold front that came through last night. We still haven't seen any rain. My grass is dead and the fleas are still so bad the dog whines when she scratches. I need to shave the dog. I need to shave Nick's head. I can't shave. Nasty ingrown hair still. I look like Bigfoot or an orangutan. I'll move to Borneo then.

"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You kill my father. Prepare to die."

-Princess Bride

Don't know why but it sticks in my head.

And

"Either get busy livin' or get busy dyin."

-Shawshank Redemption

Cottage cheese is spoiled milk. That doesn't bother me. I still like it. But, could I make cottage cheese at home, by leaving milk out overnight? Or would I just make myself sick? The norsemen used to do it and according to my mother I'm norse...ish.

I'm going to experiment. Everyone keep an eye on the obituaries.

Love Peal Jam.

Wide open eyes

You serious, you delirious

Have you got a heart

You could really lose it in the super people mart

you are the most beautiful thing I know

And the most beautiful thing

Darling

is when I hear your heart

Beat, beat, beat, beat

I don't remember the name of this song, but I sing it in my head at least once a month. It's by Frente from Marvin! The Album.

Outside the window chain link wire and chain link gates lean precariously. I wonder what it would take to make them fall. Leaning Tower of Piza... I wonder if I could build a replica out of chopsticks and paste.

I wonder if some random toddler would find a creation like that edible...

I stuck my finger into an outlet once when I was a kid and it tingled but it didn't hurt. And this morning when I plugged the blow dryer in I could see sparks. I'm the type of person that wastes a whole roll of wintergreen lifesavers just to see the spark when you bust it with a hammer. I predict that one day I will die in a horrible accident involving electrocution, a condom, and a swimming pool.

Or else I will become some strange sort of super villian with a name like, Electro-Phylatic Girl.

Castigate not the fool because we all have our moments of foolishness. So sayeth the wise Alondo Mmkay....no more psuedophedrine before before bed. Because there's still 'By Mennen' playing my head.

Metallica is so awesome. Makes me want to grow a heavy metal-esque mullet. I could start my own band maybe and call it Aluminium or maybe Copper Head. Now that's just silly.

Slim fast tastes like chalk but it's not too bad with cold pizza. Mommy don't make me go to work. And what's the point of a period anyway?

My eyes aren't windows...they are telescopes. I can smell pizza, my stomach growls and I wonder what it would be like to be 'lent out'. Another typical day in my head.