First Line of Each Month of 2005 Meme
Dec. 13th, 2005 03:28 amJanuary: Too Late...Epidemic: A new disease is sweeping the nation.
February: Dim Bulb: Q: How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
March: I Know This Much Is True: "...that love grows from the thick loam of foregiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things."
April: Hypocritic Oath: Apparently the Hippocratic Oath means zippo in Michigan:
May: Exploding Luggage: Slept poorly: kitties rampaging (see what haps if'n I'm gone for a couple of daze?), tossing and turning and twisting the sheets into knots, the single line "mostly holding" on repeat in my brain (damn Poxies!), and the worst: an ongoing/recurring (last night only - hopefully) dream where I'm traveling and it gets rushed so all of a sudden I find myself on a shuttle bus to another part of the airport w/just my purse but w/out my carry-on or suitcase.
June: Wheeee: Have hunted & gathered most food & bev for the w'end.
July: Happy Happy Joy Joy: Summertime is plum wine w/sake shooters, free music outside w/fog & bubbles & sweet scents wafting by, damn fine fun!
August: New Phase: Actually, repeated: PHEW, glad it's no longer me!
September: Bastard Son...BRMC & More: Wow - wotta w'end!
October: Seasonal Shifts: The fog's rolling in right now.
November: Ships: Methinks Ian Hunter's the only artist to be covered both by a schmaltz-pop star (Barry Manilow - Ships) and a long-hair metal band (Great White - Once Bitten, Twice Shy).
December: Decade In One Place: Ten (10) years ago today I moved into this place.
February: Dim Bulb: Q: How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
March: I Know This Much Is True: "...that love grows from the thick loam of foregiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things."
April: Hypocritic Oath: Apparently the Hippocratic Oath means zippo in Michigan:
May: Exploding Luggage: Slept poorly: kitties rampaging (see what haps if'n I'm gone for a couple of daze?), tossing and turning and twisting the sheets into knots, the single line "mostly holding" on repeat in my brain (damn Poxies!), and the worst: an ongoing/recurring (last night only - hopefully) dream where I'm traveling and it gets rushed so all of a sudden I find myself on a shuttle bus to another part of the airport w/just my purse but w/out my carry-on or suitcase.
June: Wheeee: Have hunted & gathered most food & bev for the w'end.
July: Happy Happy Joy Joy: Summertime is plum wine w/sake shooters, free music outside w/fog & bubbles & sweet scents wafting by, damn fine fun!
August: New Phase: Actually, repeated: PHEW, glad it's no longer me!
September: Bastard Son...BRMC & More: Wow - wotta w'end!
October: Seasonal Shifts: The fog's rolling in right now.
November: Ships: Methinks Ian Hunter's the only artist to be covered both by a schmaltz-pop star (Barry Manilow - Ships) and a long-hair metal band (Great White - Once Bitten, Twice Shy).
December: Decade In One Place: Ten (10) years ago today I moved into this place.