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Nov. 30th, 2001
Fall down, go boom
Nov. 30th, 2001 11:21 pmSo I did it.
I friggin cleaned.
I moved the bed, I swept and vacced, everything.
I had NO idea my room was this dirty.
Now my computer has MUCH more light, as I shifted the desk over once I had room from moving the bed.
Although I am SO sore, and not in a good way either. *groan*
And now all I have to do is clean up all the crap without a home, and try to find them homes, which won't be easy as I have most of an apartment of crap in this one room, plus three stuffed bookcases.
Long term plans include sorting and listing all the books that now reside in bags in the closet *sigh* most of them are going bye bye. I need to sell them and get them out. I don't read them, I'll keep the ones I want to read, or by my favorite authors, but the rest are going via Ebay, I hope. It doesn't look too promising, and neither does the used book email list I'm on. There's a used book stall at the Rayham flea market that might still be there, I may take a run down there this weekend and see if it's still there, and what kind of books they take. (Now before I get all sorts of posts about "used book store" these are older books, most with publishing dates between 1985 and 1995, the height of my "lots of money, no boyfriend, read LOTS of romance novels" period, and the used book stores really only look for newer books, with the exception of the popular authors, the ones I would want to keep anyway.)
I needed some things for my new room setup, and while out heard WAY too much Christmas music. I freakin hate it. And it causes me to think of all the dirty parodies that apply to those songs. Right now I'm downloading "Walking Round In Women's Underwear" and "The Twelve Pains of Christmas" which were my favorites. The Twelve Pains needs to be heard to be appreciated!
This is a GREAT site!
It's where I found the lyrics below. Sung to "Winter Wonderland"
Lacy things the wife is missin',
Didn't ask for her permission,
I'm wearin her clothes - silk panty hose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
In the store there's a teddy,
With little straps like spaghetti,
It holds me so tight like handcuffs at night,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
In the office there's a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He'll say are you ready, we'll say whoa man,
Let's wait until the wife's out of town.
Later on if you wanna,
We can dress like Madonna,
Put on some eye shade and join the parade,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
Lacy things... missin',
Didn't ask... permission,
Wearin her clothes - silk panty hose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
I friggin cleaned.
I moved the bed, I swept and vacced, everything.
I had NO idea my room was this dirty.
Now my computer has MUCH more light, as I shifted the desk over once I had room from moving the bed.
Although I am SO sore, and not in a good way either. *groan*
And now all I have to do is clean up all the crap without a home, and try to find them homes, which won't be easy as I have most of an apartment of crap in this one room, plus three stuffed bookcases.
Long term plans include sorting and listing all the books that now reside in bags in the closet *sigh* most of them are going bye bye. I need to sell them and get them out. I don't read them, I'll keep the ones I want to read, or by my favorite authors, but the rest are going via Ebay, I hope. It doesn't look too promising, and neither does the used book email list I'm on. There's a used book stall at the Rayham flea market that might still be there, I may take a run down there this weekend and see if it's still there, and what kind of books they take. (Now before I get all sorts of posts about "used book store" these are older books, most with publishing dates between 1985 and 1995, the height of my "lots of money, no boyfriend, read LOTS of romance novels" period, and the used book stores really only look for newer books, with the exception of the popular authors, the ones I would want to keep anyway.)
I needed some things for my new room setup, and while out heard WAY too much Christmas music. I freakin hate it. And it causes me to think of all the dirty parodies that apply to those songs. Right now I'm downloading "Walking Round In Women's Underwear" and "The Twelve Pains of Christmas" which were my favorites. The Twelve Pains needs to be heard to be appreciated!
This is a GREAT site!
It's where I found the lyrics below. Sung to "Winter Wonderland"
Lacy things the wife is missin',
Didn't ask for her permission,
I'm wearin her clothes - silk panty hose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
In the store there's a teddy,
With little straps like spaghetti,
It holds me so tight like handcuffs at night,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
In the office there's a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He'll say are you ready, we'll say whoa man,
Let's wait until the wife's out of town.
Later on if you wanna,
We can dress like Madonna,
Put on some eye shade and join the parade,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
Lacy things... missin',
Didn't ask... permission,
Wearin her clothes - silk panty hose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.