Random Thoughts

I need to become a night owl again so I'll stop missing all the good stuff on here late nights.

 

Why so we try to hold on to our youth when we are out for the night? Or is it just me? Sat. night I went out with some friends and my body was kicking my ass for it all day yesterday. My hips and thighs were killing me and oddly enough my feet did not hurt. I enjoyed it that I would do it again in a heart beat.
I had a blast. and I can't rember the last time I was out all night long dancing and doing karaoke.

 

I actually wasn't drunk, just a little buzzed, so it went well and quickly.

I have a strange apartment that I think used to be government barracks, so I've got a window inside my shower, complete with wood sill. If I don't cover it with waterproof/mildew-proof paint every so often, it will warp.

 

So We'll Go No More a-Roving
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

 

I'd nail plyboard over that mofo, just in case the curtains had a mind of their own and Old Grumpy Men lived in the neighborhood. Just my worthless Cdn$0.02.

And whoever renovated/rebuilt that apartment building and didn't remove the wood, well, that's messed up.

 

I went to bed about 30 minutes before you woke up.

 

Dreaming of ham sandwiches and bananas, no doubt.

 

Actually, real food. Like eating out tonight. Finally.

 

Nice. Try to stay away from pork products.

And sharp instruments after the A&M game.

*ducking*

 

I suddenly have a craving for Outback.

 

All I've eaten for the last 2 weeks are chocolate chips cookies, chocolate cake, potato chips and undercooked, undersauced pasta.

 

Gives new meaning to the term butt floss.