Random thoughts.

If I go to Hallmark today, will they have all of the Valentine's Day cards out in full force?
 
I know there's a thread about this somewhere, but I'm too lazy to look for it.

I have been at Lit too long. On the cooking show I'm watching they are talking about a type of sugar used on the edge of cocktail glasses -- rimming sugar. I'm blushing here.

I have definitely been here too long.
 
I know there's a thread about this somewhere, but I'm too lazy to look for it.

I have been at Lit too long. On the cooking show I'm watching they are talking about a type of sugar used on the edge of cocktail glasses -- rimming sugar. I'm blushing here.

I have definitely been here too long.

Seems perfectly reasonable to me, after all it is a cock-tail glass.
 
Not a thought but a quote.

Kim: I want my kitchen decked out in solid monogamy.

Kath: Oh no, people only expect a veneer of monogamy these days Kimmy!
 
Ever have moments when some totally random thought pops into your head, or is that just me.
Explain or don't explain the wheretofores :confused: or not.

As soon as i woke up, i thought, "is there a street fighter vs. mortal combat?"
 
My problem isn't that a random thought pops into my head. Its just that the random thought connects to something that is going on or being talked about and then fires off a bunch of synaptic impulses through my brain connecting other things leading to me leap into the conversation with what I think is an interesting story. But just as I start to tell it I realize that without the convoluted 'one thing that lead to another' crap that went on in my head it seems like a complete non-sequitur. While I'm worrying about this I also start to realize that the ending of the story isn't as funny as I thought when I first started telling it.

Then I get to the end with a big dud and silence from everybody else... kinda like this.
 
....

Remember punky brewsters shoes? Why was that cute, why did she wear shoes of different colors, is it symbolic of something?
 
My problem isn't that a random thought pops into my head. Its just that the random thought connects to something that is going on or being talked about and then fires off a bunch of synaptic impulses through my brain connecting other things leading to me leap into the conversation with what I think is an interesting story. But just as I start to tell it I realize that without the convoluted 'one thing that lead to another' crap that went on in my head it seems like a complete non-sequitur. While I'm worrying about this I also start to realize that the ending of the story isn't as funny as I thought when I first started telling it.

Then I get to the end with a big dud and silence from everybody else... kinda like this.

That pretty much sums it up, have you read my first post in this thread?
It's not just the silence, it's also the look on their faces, I just smile and give the "What? You don't understand? I pity your poor monosyllabic troglodyte intellects." look. No reason we shouldn't all feel uncomfortable.;)

What part of Oz have you ended up in?
 
Remember punky brewsters shoes? Why was that cute, why did she wear shoes of different colors, is it symbolic of something?

Punky Brewster, rebel, nonconformist, I guess they wouldn't let her put a safety pin through her nose.
 
I feel like you've fallen away and I'm worried we can't get it back, like you keep stretching that arm out farther and father, pushing me away. :(
 
Am I jinxing myself for finally allowing real thoughts of a future with him into my heart?
 
Blowflies.

I'm thinking it's a young persons game, I just don't have the eyesight or the manual dexterity any more.
 
This is only a general comment on two gay men that I've known. I've known many more gay men who are loving, generous, beautiful people inside & out.

How is it that gay men can be some of the meanest bitches I've ever known?
 
Noun:humour hyoomu(r)
(Middle Ages) one of the four fluids in the body whose balance was believed to determine your emotional and physical state.
"the humours are blood and phlegm and yellow and black bile"
The liquid parts of the body.

That's almost good enough for me to reinstate my sig.
 
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Noun:humour hyoomu(r)
(Middle Ages) one of the four fluids in the body whose balance was believed to determine your emotional and physical state.
"the humours are blood and phlegm and yellow and black bile"
The liquid parts of the body.

That's almost good enough for me to reinstate my sig.


Blood, phlegm, and bile?

:eek:
 
If rice krispies are good for breakfast, then rice krispies treats are even better.
 
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