Embracing the inner pink and living with intention and absurdity. I am woman, hear me roar.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Let's get excited
Today's not a good day to start faking my excitement, if it involves jumping up and down. Forgot the bra. I wonder if I did jump and down in front of the zombie that now sits at the reception desk (male) would even notice.
'You like me. You really like me." : Sally Field 1985 Acceptance Speech
My first limerick written FOR me by MRT
There once was a blogger named Nor, Who everyone seemed to adore. She'd blog and she'd post, Much more than the most And her readers still clamored for more.
Living my life on a bumper sticker: Destined to be an Old Woman with No Regrets.
See also: Leo; burly girl; rock climber; artist-wanna-be; youngest of six; gassy girl; seeker of truth, laughter and beauty.
9 comments:
Males ALWAYS notice boobage! Hmmm...how does one forget the bra? I would probably get arrested for doing such!
Yeah, maybe I will...
Even gay males? I don't know his orientation. If he doesn't notice, how do I know if he's a zombie or gay or if it's me?
One forgets the bra when one puts ones clothes in ones bike bag the night before.
You should just flash him, Nor.
Maybe I will...
I hope your wearing a really tight white shirt for full effect.
And to piggyback what Churlita said, stand near the vent from whence the air blows!
White shirt. Check.
Vent. Check.
Jumping up and down. Check.
what about the sprinklers??
You need the sprinklers
Smokin' hot. Check.
Sprinklers. Check.
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