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August 31, 2008
Unconscious Mutterings Week 292
She says ___, and I think ___.
- Groceries :: Bags, cats (Because they get into the empty bags. At least, that's part of the process at my house. Bring in groceries, put them away, wait until the cats are done in the bags, put the bags away.)
- Deodorant :: Necessary
- Psychic :: Hotline
- Cherries :: Bing, Rainier
- Spooky :: Ghosts
- Yogurt :: Forbidden, yeast infections
- Kitchen :: Towels
- Nothing personal :: Asshole (Because as Meg Ryan says in You’ve Got Mail*, “Why do people say, it’s not personal, it’s business? It was personal to me.”)
- Be nice :: Good rule
- Delivery :: Birth, Special, Mr. McFeely
Okay. I have a short story to refamiliarize myself with before leading a discussion on it on Tuesday. Then I have a house to clean, since the cast of Flea is coming over tomorrow to watch bits of Dr. Who to get a better sense of their dialects. (Also, it's an excuse to feed my Christopher Eccleston jones. Damn, that man is sexxxy.)
*Not my favorite movie, by the way, for so many reasons, but a good "I'm sick and don't want to think" flick and a valid observation.
Posted by sally at August 31, 2008 09:43 AM
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Nice mutterings
Posted by: just rambling at August 31, 2008 11:49 AM
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