Monday, August 27, 2007

men

are strange beasts. If you have a flat tire, lliterally anywhere, you can expect at least two to show up, vying over who gets to change it, totally out of the goodness of their hearts, and irrespecive of how long it’s been since you showered or slept last. Any other time they revert to total pervert, see how drunk we can get her and hope she passes out, mode. I can’t say I understand.
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i’ve just been diagnosed

with a very rare form of tourettes, which makes me blurt out way over-quoted, Tom Hanks movie lines in frequent intervals and at inappropriate occasions.  the side effects of this debilitating disease, is mostly just the extreme loss of friends associated with it.  Houston, we have a problem!   
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