Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Pilots wanted.
Finally, I peeled open the many layers of this catchy phrase. Simply, it's a calling. They're calling for potential buyers to take a test flight and eventually purchase this high involvement gorgeous piece of metal.
Late night with Sheen yesterday drained whatever energy left in me. The guy gave 5 wake up calls this morning but I missed all five. It was only until the Big-yet-small Momma gave me a wake up SHOCK. Though a defibrillator was much in need, I managed to hold tight my insides and made it to work. Stoned, zombified and the oh-so not pretty dark rings prevailed. My body is oh-so ready to crumble down likening the pieces of Lego.
Now I dread those alternate nights, and the fact that the 14-day week has stretched by multiples. Strand by strand of hair will fall, moods might turn sinosoidal, Migraine will slowly edge to rule this human body of mine.
Buy me cartons of Red Bull, somebody.
"We admired each other's bum last Bangkok." 9:25 PM