Monday, April 28, 2008

The List of Portending Pain

Irrelevant Cheetah

A Widow for One Year

Redneck Bar and Grill

I am Woman, See Me Blog

Manuscripts and Sippy Cups


  1. I foresee wailing and gnashing of teeths.

  2. I can't do mean. Just can't.

    I had a really fucking good 'toothless' line and everything.

    I'm just glad I won't be around most of this week.

    Does AAYSR have a first aider?

  3. Seriously? You can't do mean? What does that even MEAN?

  4. I can't be nasty to people I don't know.

    I torment my wife, drive my friends demented, and leave libelous comments on my favourite blogs, but put me in front of a miserable excuse for an existence and I just can't be nasty.

    I blame my mother. I'd kill her if she wasn't dead.

  5. I can't do nasty for reals, at least, I don't think I can. But i can play nasty on television.

  6. Hmmm, portents of blood-letting. Better stock up on my beer - the gulping of which to better mute my wailing and my gnashing of teeth. (Especially when I'm asleep and wrestling with a night- or day-mare. I've been told I grind my teeth while in slumber sometimes.)

    Oh, who am I kidding. I almost always stock up on beer anyway. Bad dreams (and reviews) or not.

  7. All I can say is oh, shit. I've said it several times tonight already, in vocal and written form.

    Oh, shit.


Grow a pair.