Betsy made an instant internet friend in one of her favorite flag-weaving chat-rooms in the alt.binaries.erotica section, and began a-chattin' away with her. We talked such lovely things about yarn and such. Needle holes, too. So much chitting and chatting, I just have to share some of it with you (left out all the stuff about George W., and how he's reallly fucked up the economy for life down here in the cellar and so on; must be those big wodden teeth of his fucking up his judgement... I sure hope we get somebody older than him next election time boy do I).
...but, apart from a delightfully sweet little dream that made my reality all-the-more pleasant to wake up to in-and-of-itself, there's also a snippet at the end there which highlights all the fun i get to endure living on the corner in this lovely little cul-de-sack of the world (in the span of half an hour, on a Thursday):
BETSY ROOSH (9:37:47 PM) : i just had a dream that all this nonsense was over
BETSY ROOSH (9:38:07 PM) : it was kind of heavenly
OMG BETSY HAS A FRIEND (9:39:20 PM) : haha
BETSY ROOSH (9:42:20 PM) : like a job, and everything
BETSY ROOSH (10:44:45 PM) : theres like 400 drunk kids out on the street
BETSY ROOSH (10:45:04 PM) : and the people upstairs have been moving in for the last 3 weeks, every hour of the day
BETSY ROOSH (11:10:22 PM) : haha fuckhead blew a tire right outside
BETSY ROOSH (11:19:16 PM) : good god i have to get out of this fucking apartment
Isn't life just like heaven!
here's a picture of a poodle:
