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November 11, 2003

Is it Me, or is there Saran Wrap in my Butt?

What is wrong with me?

I've got this essay draft due tomorrow morning for Professor Ha, and I haven't typed anything more than my name at the header of the paper of Microsoft Word. I just don't have any motivation to do it... Well, I shouldn't say that. I do have a a good amount of motivation, it's just that my procrastination has made it kind of impossible to get the work done because I waited so long to ask someone for their input on the project in the first place. Part of that was because I'm a natural lazy ass, but most of it was because I was too afraid that she'd say "no" and wouldn't want to help me do the project at all. Of course, she didn't say no (which is great), but now I have to wait for her to give me a response to my questions... And who knows how long that'll take. None of that's her fault, though. I guess I've only got myself to blame on that one...

On a totally unrelated note, who's great idea was it to invent plastic furniture wrap? You know, the clear Saran Wrap stuff that stuff that your aunt used to "preserve" her psychadellic love seat back in 1976? That stuff was just downright tacky, and not to mention uncomfortable. I remember going over to my grandmother's house in the summertime and having my butt slide all over the plastic seat beacuse it was covered with some serious butt sweat. And then I'd get all sorts of cuts and scrapes from the ripped and torn plastic covers from the dining room chairs--by the end of the day, I looked like someone spent the time poking my butt with the tines of a plastic fork. And let's not forget all the little awkward red rashes you'd get from scooting your little behind up and down the ends of the couch when making room for various aunts and uncles. You looked like you'd run yourself through a few patches of poison ivy.

Word to the wise: Plastic coated furniture=bad idea.

Does anybody still cover their stuff in plastic? My (Great) Aunt Bobbi does, but that's just because she's incredibly anal, and won't let anyone set foot into her crazy white living room. Rooms are meant to be inhabited people. They're not meant to be shrink wrapped and then set on display like some Barbie Dreamhouse. When you've reached the point where your idea of reupholstering includes a bottle of Windex, you've got a serious problem. Rip off all the horrible plastic crap and start spilling wine and spaghetti sauce all over the carpet: Trust me, it's therapeutic.

Today's Soundtrack: "In Da Wind," Trick Daddy featuring Cee-Lo and Big Boi

Best Part of the Day: Veteran's Day means no school!

posted at 7:20 p.m.

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