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# of Katie Doyle googlers the last 24: 1 Kitschiest Search of the Day: Hey: Unique up on 'im!!! How do you catch a tame rabbit? TAME WAY!!! More Trixie Belden Than You Can Shake a Stick At And by a sleep, to say... Morning has always been a bitch. I have a love-hate relationship with my alarm clock, the likes of which could rival the whole Elizabeth Taylor - Richard Burton thing. And it's decidedly bizarre for someone who puts off going to bed as long as is humanly possible, but I love sleep. Seriously love it. Waking up is both sad and amazingly difficult. No matter how much sleep I get. Which brings me back to the whole sleep schedule thing, because without a serious reason to get up, it is really hard to prop open my eyelids and boost myself out of bed early enough each day to work back to a normal schedule. Normal being one other than what vampires keep. Without naps, because naps are the Evil Which Keeps One from Sleeping. Even a 15 minute nap ruins the whole night. ::sigh:: * Damn that Joe; I grew up in the wilds of Texas, in places whar people drill fer oal and boal warter 'n wraht with pins, and not once prior to subscribing to CuppaJoe's diary did I ever use the "word" y'all. And though I mean it now in the inner city big rapper way and not the smalltown hickish way, Joe sucks. (I mean that in a loving, giving, big sisterly way.) Joe does NOT suck. Do not send me hate mail because I said Joe sucks. I was only kidding. I love Joe. If I were not already dating The Hottest Guy On the Planet and stupid in love, I'm sure I would pine after Joe, because he is just that cool. So back off. ;) **For the record, I rabidly loved Bonanza, and Hoss was my favorite Ponderosan. In fact, the little kid in me was delighted to discover you can visit the Ponderosa, and I wish my boyfriend did not look down his nose so much at stuff like that, because even though I know it's kitschy beyond kitsch, I really want to go. Modern Day Convenience As a sidebar, is it a washer and drier or washer and dryer? One wonders. One does too; shut up. Whew; thank God for *that* Nope. No cat drawings. Not even a tiny little black and white early 1400's woodprint. I think cat lovers everywhere should take arms up on this one. Why, it's pure favoritism and bias, it is. It's outrageous. They can't get away with this. Quick, you cat people, write a letter to Webster's and demand that this aggregious oversight be corrected imMEDjiately. 'Course, this *is* the Third New International Dictionary. Subsequent editions could have rectified the matter. It *has* been 38 years... Bygones. Damn; almost 5 am again. You'd really think that constantly getting only 4 hours of sleep would wear me down, wouldn't you? Sadly, no. (freakin' frackin' rickin' schnickin'...) Peace out, copyright 2002
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Spindler say before he skate with her, he wear garlic from neck and sleep with cross.
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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