Space Jars and Shovels
Yikes, rain. Nasty evil rain. Although, no matter what, rain is always pretty romantic. I don’t know. that’s me being all mooshy for the morning.
Got the dog. It was raining pretty bad. Oh, I went over the rain, already.
(go read video games list: {Link})
Check it out:
Damn, dood. Elektra got even more hot! wowee-wow-wow-wow!
I have more stuff, but that’ll have to wait until later, folks. I got chores to do.
{Addition – 11:38AM}
Marlon Brando is dead. *cries*
{Addition – 12:34PM}
BACK, BABY!
What’s goin’ on here, then? Let’s see…
Well, for starters, I was going to rent somthing, but the rain kept me from doing so. Oh well, I guess I’ll go get that tomorrow.
I have some stuff I wanna talk about (mostly Iowa/Des Moines stuff) but have no energy to type such a thing rite now. Look for it… later… like… tomorrowish, or some such rot.
Anyhow, I guess I’ll go… waste… more… time… online…
{Addition – 12:41PM}
Oh crap! One more time:
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Itchy. Tasty.
-See you next mission!!!
Added April 8, 2016
If I remember correctly, the title of this post was from a rough translation of my mother’s mom’s handwriting in a birthday card.
The movie, “Elektra”, sits with a healthy 10% Fresh rating on RT these days. That’s about twice as high as I would have guessed.
The reality of Drake and “college” as a concept was finally starting to crash in on me, at about this point.