Fridays are my friend

[soulswallo]

Whoo-hoo! Friday. Oh, friday. How you lighten up my week. I could go on, but I don't think I will. I will, however, be going to Starbucks in a bit for some nummy, nummy coffee. A grande carmel frappuccino (no whip). It's going to be a good day.

I've now watched through episode 12 of season 2 of The X-Files. Yes. I'm getting to the good stuff. Although I will admit that the ep Aubrey is creeeeeeepy. I remember watching it when it originally aired and thinking ... "Eeeep! Creepy police detective named BJ *snerf* making creepy finger gestures over the bones of a fifty year dead guy." Plus, the rash! The young guy with the rash was bad, the old guy with the rash was worse, BJ *snerf* with the rash was beyond my comprehension. Rashes. Yuck.

I had a couple of weird dreams last night. One revolved around cakes. Everytime I walked past this one spot in my dream there was a different cake sitting there. Big ass cakes. Nothing little, oh no. Big, big cakes. There was also something about driving on a bus and nearly falling off an overpass because we were going to fast around a curve. The funny part was that there was a sign before you went onto the overpass that told you that everybody would have to lean to the right on the count of three so that the cars wouldn't flip. Huh? Yeah, my subconcious. Get it while you can.

Hopefully *hopefully*, I'll be able to watch the Stargate Atlantis pilot tonight. Because I still haven't seen it in one sitting in order. And that's odd.

I think I want to own a farm house. Something out in the country with a big winding road leading up to it and a barn that I can convert to a writing studio. No, there wouldn't be any cows or anything. But there would be lots of room (for all my out of town guests ... tinamishi, jenahna, debalita, plus the people that currently live in town with me. Alhtough it would probably be considered out of town if I moved to the country. What?) to work and play. I would even forsake Starbucks for this to happen. Yes, I would give up my delicious coffee that costs an arm and a leg to live in the country and write. I'm simple. Really.

Time to think about work.
Toodles.

Comments

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

a farm? wow, you've put a new twist on THE PLAN. maybe something like old rashy lived in? hey, look on the brightside, maybe there'll be old floorboards, to hide the bodies.

so...are you saying somebody *might* have brought a dvd called 'stargate atlantis' to work? oh, you wouldn't happen to have heard a little "OH!" right before you hung up last night? yeah, that would've been me trying to remind someone to stuff it in her bag.

i watched "first person shooter". such a bitchin episode! that was the virtual reality video game one. cool.

oh and this bit is for lacey. ok lacey, if you ever see it on, watch "real world-austin". ok there's a girl on it that looks EXACTLY like you. seriously. and her name is 'lacey'. you wouldn't happen to have had a siamese twin that was separated from you at birth? who is a virgin hair stylist. and she sounds exactly like you. it's funny.

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

Yes, a farm. I just think it would work. You know. I had a really big coffee earlier. Really big.

[malkovich03.livejournal.com]

okay, i like you eric so i'm not going to hold those comments against you. i think real world lacey is annoying. and i'm not one to talk myself up but i think i am prettier than her. and i am NOT a virgin hairstylist.

[ebarnon.livejournal.com]

whoa girl! i didn't say it was a bad thing, GOSH! i just thought she looked and talked like you. that's all! but i'm wrong. she looks and talks like pam anderson instead. it was the vidodin talking. by the way, i said it was your removed siamese twin who was the virgin hair stylist. ok??