attack of the sillies
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music in the air not so much

April 30th, 2012

It was lovely to sit alone on the stairs, watch the traffic, enjoy the cold spring air, and listen to the tinkling of the ivy beside me as a male guest from another apartment took a leak on the hillside.


April 26th, 2012

I suppose that a pedicure consisting of Starbucks caramel apple spice applied liberally to one’s feet is not the weirdest thing ever, but I was rather HOPING TO DRINK THAT. lmao *shakes head at self*

good times

April 14th, 2012

I’ve linked to this before but I so want to do this someday. Lookie, new accessory for the car!


April 14th, 2012

I held up the large jug of vinegar and box of baking soda. “I’m going to do SCIENCE!” I announced with a fiendish glint in my eye.
Andrew and Chris looked at me. “A… volcano?” Andrew asked confusedly.
“YES!” I exclaimed. “A drain volcano!”
Thank you, UfYH. *snickers*

the bed ate him

April 6th, 2012

‎”Hey Andrew, lay down.”
“I don’t wan–zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
Later: “Hey Andrew, lemme give you foot rubbies.”
“I know what you’re up t–zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

not conducive to reading

April 5th, 2012

Since I was awake, I decided I’d read The Hunger Games out in the living room. The cat came over and settled between the iPad and my arms, but I could read over his bulk. And then Andrew came out, noticed me laying down, plopped his nekkid arse next to me, and lay down, nudging me half off the twin bed. I started giggling, there was just no way I could read over THAT bulk.


April 3rd, 2012

For those of you who haven’t seen this yet, I give you Andrew, blowing off steam after a hard day. I really have to get him a pith helmet.


April 3rd, 2012

This is bizarre. The comments about the girls looking like they’ve hidden office chairs under their skirts and are rolling along, or are half-dalek, had me coughing from laughing so hard.

a dirge for the drink

April 2nd, 2012

Andrew waved imperiously. “Prepare for me, a dram of rum.”
I held up the shot glass before him. “This,” and I addressed it as I gestured towards him, “is where you meet your untimely end, my friend. First, you will pass the tongue. And then it’s the throat for you. And then–”
“GIVE IT ME!” Andrew bellowed.
“Well?!” I exclaimed, “You told me to prepare it for you!”
“Augh!” he groaned.

Foolish April

April 1st, 2012

I went to make more coffee. I cleaned out the strainer, put more water in, put coffee grounds in, went to turn it on, and noticed the strainer still sitting on the counter. “Did I just do that?” I asked myself. (I put coffee grounds directly into the machine rather than in the strainer.) Yay me. Ah well, the machine needed washing anyway. Also this morning, I brewed water, neglecting the coffee grounds altogether. I’m hoping that’s the only herp-derp thing I did today.