
February 2013
January 2013
You missed all the fun.
Is that so? Because I recall someone with a perky smile telling me that I am the definition of fun.

Ugh. Headache.

Well, don’t lie down in it, you idiot. Just sit.
But that’s not comfortable!
It’s to grow up and sit in the tub like a real man.
Take a bath instead, and bring a notebook.
I think I’m too tall to fit in the bathtub though…
Well, don’t lie down in it, you idiot. Just sit.
Why do I always get such great ideas in the shower and then I forget them the second I get out?
Take a bath instead, and bring a notebook.
Eeeeew. Salad.
Oh, Donny, I would know that hatred for vegetation anywhere.
It’s not my fault that green makes me want to throw up.
Eeeeew. Salad.
Excuse me you will share if I say you will share. This is me you’re talking about. Not sharing would be a crime against everything so you have to.
I have no idea! Apparently coffee and cigarettes isn’t an adequate breakfast. He’s trying to get me to eat stuff too. Does he not realize eating makes you fat? Except for him apparently because anything he eats absorbs into his Adonis-like body.
……. FINE WOMAN. God. You are too cruel.
I know. Cigarettes and coffee, a bad breakfast? Ludicrous I say, ludicrous!
It’s so weird. Maybe he’s an alien. Or an alien cow. Speaking of cows, I’ve decided to get a livestock branding iron and mark him as ‘Don’s cowboy’. Yay or nay?
Oh god brownies sound so fucking good. Tell Todd to get his ass home and bake some! I would come over and try to do it but there’s two definitively good reasons why I shouldn’t:
- I can’t cook to save my life and you know it (you’ve seen me cook.. it was bad i remember)
- Anything your Toddy2Shy bakes is full of rainbows, happiness and probably crack
Yeah grocery shopping is a thing apparently. Neil and I went and we had a list and it was weird. There’s actually food in my house. Weird, I know.
You know I’m not sharing, right? I’m keeping the rainbow-happiness-crack brownies. Especially if there really is crack in them.
I know, it’s so weird. And he eats every five seconds. I mean.. what happened to the good ol’ days, when a man only ate after throwing up in the shower? TELL ME SOPH, TELL ME OR SO HELP ME I WILL NEVER KNOW.
Nonsense, just have more sex. They say its the best exercise. He’s been filling the house with Muscle Milk and V8 and stuff like that. I don’t think I’ve seen a cookie in two weeks. You need to get your TA to make some, I think I’m dying.
HA. Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?
I’m on grocery duty but I lost the list so I bought a bunch of brownie mix instead. Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for Todd to get home and start baking..
Don’t do it Donny! Don’t fall victim to Neil’s health habits!
Do you know what will happen once I chose not to ever go to the gym again, Soph? BEER GUT.
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I think Neil always eating stupid rabbit food is rubbing off on me.
Doesn’t make my head better.
Kisses or aspirin?
Also to buy a new car.
This singlehandedly gave me a headache. Congratulations, you are turning me into a middle aged woman.
I was even going to let you ride shotgun in this one..
Also to buy a new car.


