Volpone
Zombie Hunter
About how most days go. Worked last night so I slept in. Forgot to set the alarm. Luckily the telemarketer gave me a wakeup call. So I'm winding down my morning routine and getting ready to Do Things...when The Cat decided to get on my lap. Stuck. Played all the MS Solitaire I could. Started doing other fucking off to kill time when my college friend, Retarded William Shatner.
For those of you who aren't familiar, Retarded William Shatner is a good friend. But one of his superpowers is to call me when I absolutely don't have time to talk to him. And it's usually because he is on a long road trip or otherwise bored--he doesn't actually have anything to say, but he just wants to kill time--unfortunately this includes *my* time. So there will be just these long, awkward pauses where he just doesn't say anything (hence the nickname for blogging purposes). But I figure, what the hell, it's either that or look at memes on the computer.
Of course soon after I answer the phone, The Cat gets bored and jumps off my lap. But now I'm stuck on the line with Retarded William Shatner. Plus, I have to stand up so that The Cat doesn't jump back on my lap before I can extract myself from the call. That finally done, I had to stop to bitch about it here.
Now it's almost lunch time and I still haven't walked The Dog or, indeed, done anything productive. This post typed while kneeling in front of my keyboard to prevent a cat from jumping back on my lap.
For those of you who aren't familiar, Retarded William Shatner is a good friend. But one of his superpowers is to call me when I absolutely don't have time to talk to him. And it's usually because he is on a long road trip or otherwise bored--he doesn't actually have anything to say, but he just wants to kill time--unfortunately this includes *my* time. So there will be just these long, awkward pauses where he just doesn't say anything (hence the nickname for blogging purposes). But I figure, what the hell, it's either that or look at memes on the computer.
Of course soon after I answer the phone, The Cat gets bored and jumps off my lap. But now I'm stuck on the line with Retarded William Shatner. Plus, I have to stand up so that The Cat doesn't jump back on my lap before I can extract myself from the call. That finally done, I had to stop to bitch about it here.
Now it's almost lunch time and I still haven't walked The Dog or, indeed, done anything productive. This post typed while kneeling in front of my keyboard to prevent a cat from jumping back on my lap.