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Cameelious hump
Tuesday, November 12th, 2002 01:58 amWe climb out of bed with a frouzly head
And a snarly-yarly voice.
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
At our bath and our boots and our toys;
(Rudyard Kipling - "How the camel got his hump")
That is so me. What is starting to worry me is that I am starting to get my infamous "morning syndrome" at other times of the day as well (for those who missed earlier entries on this subject, my morning syndrome is when I wake up with a strong desire to destroy the entire universe - when I'm feeling slightly more rational, I restrict it to the desire to destroy only this planet).
Unfortunately, I don't see Kipling's advice to go the garden with a hoe being very useful for my predicament. Maybe going to the garden with a ho might work better.
BEAVIS: What's that?
BUTTHEAD: It's a hoe.
BEAVIS: I can see it's a ho. What's that thing she's dragging along the ground?
And a snarly-yarly voice.
We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
At our bath and our boots and our toys;
(Rudyard Kipling - "How the camel got his hump")
That is so me. What is starting to worry me is that I am starting to get my infamous "morning syndrome" at other times of the day as well (for those who missed earlier entries on this subject, my morning syndrome is when I wake up with a strong desire to destroy the entire universe - when I'm feeling slightly more rational, I restrict it to the desire to destroy only this planet).
Unfortunately, I don't see Kipling's advice to go the garden with a hoe being very useful for my predicament. Maybe going to the garden with a ho might work better.
BEAVIS: What's that?
BUTTHEAD: It's a hoe.
BEAVIS: I can see it's a ho. What's that thing she's dragging along the ground?
