Here I am again..

At 4:30 in the morning. Bored out of my skull. I promise not to bore you with more current events or anything of a political nature. I'm sitting on my back porch amongst wolf spiders large enough to take off a toe. I'm serious. I saw one the other day that was about four inches long.


So, I signed up for this whole twitter thing. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. I keep asking myself, do I really want the entire web knowing what I'm doing off-handedly every moment of every day? Or, whenever I choose to send in an update? On my luck, and according to my good humored nature, I'll be in the throws of orgasm sometime next week, pick up my cell phone and text in something like, "Orgasming rite nao. Can't talk. Legs shaky."


And who ever I'm with will probably slink out of bed, get their cloths on and quietly ask me to leave. And take my goddamn cell phone with me.


I'm guessing I don't get why people think other people care what they might be doing at any given moment. Yes I know. I signed up for it. But mainly, because, if you look to the right, blogger has a widget for it. It's mainly for YOU. Yes. You, sitting there, reading these words on my blog. Because I'm pretty sure you might care when I orgasm or eat a beef and bean burrito or make orange kool-aid.

Other random things to do at this hour include blogging, bugging Hector, and Pogo. Also, knitting. But I like watching TV while I knit and the kids are all sleeping in the living room. I would watch 300 again.. but I get so distracted by the perfect six pack on every one of those men. Mmmm. Hollywood actually did something right, for once. Don't ask me what this movies about. You'll get an answer like "Plot? 300 has plot? Do they talk and stuff?" Because I just pause it and drool.

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Okay, so joking. I've watched that movie backwards and forwards and know exactly what it's about.