Monday, October 23, 2006

And if a ten-ton truck crashes into us

Okay, look, they're trying to kill me, is all. Look! If he and Jarvis could just take turns.

Oh, who am I trying to kid. It's nice. It's quite nice of Tim to get all tarted up for me.

(Really, I'll be back to less nonsensical nonsense soon, I promise. I apologize most especially to my male readers. Some people drink when the work part of their work/life conundrum gets stressful. I'd like to, but it makes me sluggish. I have a fag cigarette once in awhile but I get deathly ill if I have more than three in a month or so. Cute boys *cough*oldmen*cough* it is, then. Thank you for your patience.)