Snapshots of my mental gear-grinding

[mizarchivist]

Note to self: just because they're nuns doesn't mean they'll stop at the bloody crosswalk.

What a difference the right yogurt makes! Full fatted Dannon (plain) thankyouverymuch for my granola. Makes the whole thing so much more palatable.

When one is dreaming about trying on new knee-high boots (of the flats variety, that would probably rock for motorcycling), while trying to get ready for high school at one's parents house after a big snow storm... well, just get the hell up. Your brain is telling you that you'd better get a move-on or you really will be late.

Comments

[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

If you run over a nun, you go STRAIGHT to HELL. No appeal, no nuttin'. If Mahatma Ghandi was on a motorbike, and squooshed a nun, even if that was an EVIL NUN who secretly wore leather underpants and whipped the tender flesh of young initiates into her secret underground sisterhood of nunly domination, you'd still get the big heave-ho into the firey underworld. So drive safe round them penguins. 8)

[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

re-reading that, it becomes apparant that I need either more coffee or more sleep (or possibly less cough syrup). Please disregard, or just assume it's amusing and give me some benefit of the doubt. 8)

[mizarchivist]

Did you figure out I was in the crosswalk and the nuns were driving? smile.
For what it's worth... they didn't come close to hitting me, but it was sorta disconcerting.
I wasn't even that mad! Usually I am when folks don't notice me.. (all in black set against a bright morning sun shining directly in their eyes... wonder why they didn't see me?!)

[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

No, for some reason I thought you were trying not to run over the nuns. 8)

I am very fried. Yay fried.