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Spongebob toys at burger king!

hey kids! look!!

they have a rolling, glow in the dark Gary-snail!
a spastic squidward in the tub!
an even more spazzy sandy squirty thing

the patrick is cute, just because it’s patrick. 🙂

the cooker and the kelp plunge,however are just dippy.

http://www.burgerking.com/equity/spongebob/noflash/toys.html

mixed nuts.

Thank you for the freaky/weird link of the day –

http://www.funeral-cast.com

you can watch strangers’ funerals live and in streaming video.

That’s bound to get all sorts of nosy and/or goth traffic… and I’m fascinated too. Gah, what a nosey booger people watcher I am.


I just added my local weather to my bio page… just for the heck of it. (I worry that it’s starting to suffer form the NASCAR effect.. all the little bannery things…but I like ’em.

Ack! flash flood warning for Maryland, the lusby area… All you calvert folks, be on the lookout, and careful!!

back from my chores

got my laundry done, picked up fresh sand and food for the baby, but I’m feeling wayyy to lazy to clean the apartment.

Ahh… fresh clothes and bedding, and soon, fresh me. (I took a shower before I left, but I could do with another.. and step into some lovely clean things.

be careful of filtered posts! thank to for noticing what I thought was a privateish post. looks like brad’s getting stuff jumbled a bit today.

I made another contact today at the laundry… I’m going to look at an apartment that’s one block away form my current one. 🙂 that’d be sweet… all my shopping, bussing, and so on would still be all laid out for me. (I still hope I get the biggish one… room is a wonderful thing)

they pay by the word, right?

Emil took the harsh, splintered, chipped, cracked stake in his filthy, grimy, putrid, stagnant, foul hand positioning it over the gray, oily, petroliferous, buttery, cold heart of the blood-thirsty, undead, freeloading, mooching fiend lying dormant within the silent, silk-lined, expensive-looking casket that lay on the dusty, sooty, smudged, grubby, smelly platform in the middle of the dark, shadowy, dark, musty catacombs surrounded by slimy, stinky, furry rats that crawled over the brittle, frail, inelastic, dry, silent bones of the poor, sorry, stupid, insipid, vapid, tedious victims of the blood-thirsty, undead fiend like pukey, squishy, pulpous, sloppy, slickened entrails pulled from the wet, fetid, rank, gross insides of some old, decayed, deteriorated, hoary, worn collection of malodorous, worsening, foul, stinking corpses.

“Take that, you icky, stupid, yucky, dumb-ass vampire!” he cried.

Big, large, huge, monstrous, mammoth sprays of crimson, red, wet, sticky, sanguineous blood fountained up as the hard, pointy, spiky, sharp stake struck home.

“Ow! Stop that!” replied the fiend, unctuously.

What’s up?

IMT is no more… It’s now FMM. Most folks still have jobs, but everyone had to fill out new employment forms. Hourly people lost sick days, but that seems to be the only change of note, aside from my having paychecks from two different locations and banks. Cashing ’em both will be a pain. In News of a similar vein, they may put me back on 4pm to Midnight. Plus side of that, more solitary time, no annoying Boss or Diana; Mornings open to get things done. (Laundry, look for another job, etc)

I had a lovely talk with my sweetie tonight…saving grace…also happy to know that she’s feeling better. 🙂