Slime is my friend
Welcome to day 4 of Blue Feeling Like Re-heated Dog-willy Stew!
I feel bad! My chest hurts! My throte hurts! My head is stuffed up tight as a tick on a fat dog's arse! I'm snotting slime everywhere. I'm coughing slime everywhere. And I can't fucking hear. Seriously. My ears got stopped up yesterday or maybe the night before and all I can hear is muffled noise dominated by my own laboured breathing.
You know how they do in all the cheapo Sci-Fi-Horror flicks? The guy (whom you just know is getting ready to die in some suitably gory manner) is floating about in his space suit with these crazed eyes and they cut to his point of view - inside the suit, sweat beading up on his skin, the sound of his breathing getting faster and harder and more panicked ...
well, you get my point.
That's how I feel. Without the scary alien. Well, if you take the whole pregnancy thing into account, I guess there is a certain I-guess-I'm-playing-Kane-in-Alien element about it.
But I will say that my sweetie did something ...well, sweet for me. He got me this:
How cool is that?!
I'm an absolute Boba Fett freak! In case you're wondering why there's two, it's because one is to keep and display (and possibly sell on eBay in 20 years to help pay for college) and one is to play with. As far as I'm concerned, one can't have too many BobaFett or Deadpool toys about.
So I'll leave you now. I need to feed the ankle-biters and put them down for their naps. Then I have to go out into the fucking freezing cold and split wood and make an attempt at getting this alternator :
installed on hubby's truck. It's not a hard job, mind you, just a royal pain in the arse. Nothing like working with metal in the freezing cold. Oh, and fuck whoever came up with serpentine belts and tensioners. I hope they rot in hell.
Oh well, maybe I can get a nap in before the bubs wake up. Or, hey, with all the slime in my lungs, perhaps I should watch Alien.
I feel bad! My chest hurts! My throte hurts! My head is stuffed up tight as a tick on a fat dog's arse! I'm snotting slime everywhere. I'm coughing slime everywhere. And I can't fucking hear. Seriously. My ears got stopped up yesterday or maybe the night before and all I can hear is muffled noise dominated by my own laboured breathing.
You know how they do in all the cheapo Sci-Fi-Horror flicks? The guy (whom you just know is getting ready to die in some suitably gory manner) is floating about in his space suit with these crazed eyes and they cut to his point of view - inside the suit, sweat beading up on his skin, the sound of his breathing getting faster and harder and more panicked ...
well, you get my point.
That's how I feel. Without the scary alien. Well, if you take the whole pregnancy thing into account, I guess there is a certain I-guess-I'm-playing-Kane-in-Alien element about it.
But I will say that my sweetie did something ...well, sweet for me. He got me this:
How cool is that?!
I'm an absolute Boba Fett freak! In case you're wondering why there's two, it's because one is to keep and display (and possibly sell on eBay in 20 years to help pay for college) and one is to play with. As far as I'm concerned, one can't have too many BobaFett or Deadpool toys about.
So I'll leave you now. I need to feed the ankle-biters and put them down for their naps. Then I have to go out into the fucking freezing cold and split wood and make an attempt at getting this alternator :
installed on hubby's truck. It's not a hard job, mind you, just a royal pain in the arse. Nothing like working with metal in the freezing cold. Oh, and fuck whoever came up with serpentine belts and tensioners. I hope they rot in hell.
Oh well, maybe I can get a nap in before the bubs wake up. Or, hey, with all the slime in my lungs, perhaps I should watch Alien.
posted by MrsEvilGenius at 10:03 AM
4 Comments:
While we're fucking those who came up with serpentine belts and tensioners, can we add some others? I'm thinking of those who thought it was a good idea to hide the oil filter way in the back, way up there, where you can't see it. And where, once you take said filter off to change it, oil is going to spooge all over not only your arm, but also on other parts of the engine as well.
Yeah, thanks guys. Thanks a lot. ;)
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