that's sick, dog.
Jun. 3rd, 2002 04:03 pmMthafckin' Uncle Damon just submitted an e-mail with his votes for the dogs name. Check out what this mofo wrote.
Olive
Trouble
Kui-san
Wednesday
Brownie
Quincy
Cassius
Horace Andy
MelRo the 2nd
PB (for its peanut butter color)
Raphael
Shakira
Coppertop
Cujo
Snoop
Flare
Kipper
Ebert
Burberry
White Fang
Cedric the Entertaindog
Tom Wolf (note the missing "e")
Anita Baker
Nasir
'enry 'iggins
Woadie
Bling-Blouw
Greg Brady
And why do I totally want to name my dog Bjork now that
vfc suggested it? She's not even terrible Bj--k-like in her mannerisms. Except when she shakes a toy around in her mouth, she sort of looks like the "Hunter" video. And she is oh so quiet. Hmm. Bjork might be on the short-list. Is that blasphemy? I guess no more so than our jokes about naming the dog "Jesus". But I fear Bjork's retribution more than Christ's.
Now that's official blasphemy.
I am so exhausted today. Probably because I didn't fully fall asleep until 2 or 3 am. I pretty much 'dozed' the 3 or 4 hours before falling asleep -- my body felt relaxed and I was quasi-dreaming, but my mind was restless and would never fully slip under. Plus, it seemed that time was passing at a glacial pace. I'm looking forward to a post-work nap, possibly on the train.
I blame my bout with insomnia on the consumption of soda -- I can no long pump my body with caffeine and sugar and not expect consequences, I suppose. Then today for lunch I had leftover pizza and chocolate chip cookies, so I still feel like crap. Tonight I need something to clean my system out.
It's weird because my attitude from food has always been shaped by guilt, as far as what I wanted to eat or what tasted good always was against the supposed standards of what I should eat. But nowadays I'm actually somewhat in tune with my body to choose not to eat things because I feel like shit afterwards. Not enough to eliminate these things from my diet (which I don't really want to do anyway since I enjoy eating them), but enough to balance my food intake out. So I'm not avoiding food because eating it would make me "guilty" -- I using behavioral conditioning training to keep myself from eating stuff if I want to be active or non-sleepy or energetic. However if I'm planning on staying on the couch most the day anyway, or if it's later in the evening, more power to those cookies.
Speaking of food, we need to go grocery shopping like nobody's business. About a month ago we had tons of stuff and could barely close the fridge. Now we have milk, butter, a pitcher of kool-aid, and some processed cheese slices. Maybe an apple, but it might be rotten. Currently the dog has better meal options.
On the other hand, maybe I'll call her Woadie instead. Then while playing fetch I can ask her "who's the baller now?!?"
If this joke doesn't make sense to you, congrats on having little exposure to Juvenile, Cash Money Millionaires, and Baller Blockin' (which I hope to find in the bargain DVD bin sometime soon). I'm a #1 stunna.
Olive
Trouble
Kui-san
Wednesday
Brownie
Quincy
Cassius
Horace Andy
MelRo the 2nd
PB (for its peanut butter color)
Raphael
Shakira
Coppertop
Cujo
Snoop
Flare
Kipper
Ebert
Burberry
White Fang
Cedric the Entertaindog
Tom Wolf (note the missing "e")
Anita Baker
Nasir
'enry 'iggins
Woadie
Bling-Blouw
Greg Brady
And why do I totally want to name my dog Bjork now that
Now that's official blasphemy.
I am so exhausted today. Probably because I didn't fully fall asleep until 2 or 3 am. I pretty much 'dozed' the 3 or 4 hours before falling asleep -- my body felt relaxed and I was quasi-dreaming, but my mind was restless and would never fully slip under. Plus, it seemed that time was passing at a glacial pace. I'm looking forward to a post-work nap, possibly on the train.
I blame my bout with insomnia on the consumption of soda -- I can no long pump my body with caffeine and sugar and not expect consequences, I suppose. Then today for lunch I had leftover pizza and chocolate chip cookies, so I still feel like crap. Tonight I need something to clean my system out.
It's weird because my attitude from food has always been shaped by guilt, as far as what I wanted to eat or what tasted good always was against the supposed standards of what I should eat. But nowadays I'm actually somewhat in tune with my body to choose not to eat things because I feel like shit afterwards. Not enough to eliminate these things from my diet (which I don't really want to do anyway since I enjoy eating them), but enough to balance my food intake out. So I'm not avoiding food because eating it would make me "guilty" -- I using behavioral conditioning training to keep myself from eating stuff if I want to be active or non-sleepy or energetic. However if I'm planning on staying on the couch most the day anyway, or if it's later in the evening, more power to those cookies.
Speaking of food, we need to go grocery shopping like nobody's business. About a month ago we had tons of stuff and could barely close the fridge. Now we have milk, butter, a pitcher of kool-aid, and some processed cheese slices. Maybe an apple, but it might be rotten. Currently the dog has better meal options.
On the other hand, maybe I'll call her Woadie instead. Then while playing fetch I can ask her "who's the baller now?!?"
If this joke doesn't make sense to you, congrats on having little exposure to Juvenile, Cash Money Millionaires, and Baller Blockin' (which I hope to find in the bargain DVD bin sometime soon). I'm a #1 stunna.
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Date: 2002-06-03 04:10 pm (UTC)That just made me "bawk" I just laughed so loud!
I've always wanted to have an apostrophe in my name.
bj--k!
Date: 2002-06-04 06:31 am (UTC)