I bet some of you thought I was joking about my ocd rock collecting, didn't you? (No. Actually, you probably all knew I was serious...)
Do you SEE how many rocks I've brought home? I couldn't get the whole thing in the MacBook's photo booth! And that's my cat St. Michael, back from the dead, lounging amidst my rocks for sizing reference. Do you see them all? All my rocks? Isn't it, um... amazing? Or something?
Something?
And now I can't move. Now I've got to stay here. Because I can't leave all my rocks behind. (Rainy's all, "You can get a special moving van just for your rocks, Mama.")
My rocks have settled the question, the build here or move question. Now I've gotta build a house here because of my rocks.
Do you SEE them all? And listen, think about it, if I continue to do my hiking/rock collecting thing, if I bring home, let's conservatively estimate, 10 pounds of rocks per day, five days per week, that's... A WHOLE LOT OF ROCKS.
I can fill my whole entire acreage with rocks! I can... I can build things outta rock. Cool things. I'm not sure what KIND of cool things, but I'm sure it'll come to me. And is that slate? I've been calling it slate but who knows? It could be something else (UBUIBI? Dan?).
Do you see all my rocks? Isn't it amazing? See what celibacy can do? All those years, all that energy, I wasted on silly, silly SEX! When I could have been gathering ROCKS! Wow! Look at them all!
Do you SEE how many rocks I've brought home? I couldn't get the whole thing in the MacBook's photo booth! And that's my cat St. Michael, back from the dead, lounging amidst my rocks for sizing reference. Do you see them all? All my rocks? Isn't it, um... amazing? Or something?
Something?
And now I can't move. Now I've got to stay here. Because I can't leave all my rocks behind. (Rainy's all, "You can get a special moving van just for your rocks, Mama.")
My rocks have settled the question, the build here or move question. Now I've gotta build a house here because of my rocks.
Do you SEE them all? And listen, think about it, if I continue to do my hiking/rock collecting thing, if I bring home, let's conservatively estimate, 10 pounds of rocks per day, five days per week, that's... A WHOLE LOT OF ROCKS.
I can fill my whole entire acreage with rocks! I can... I can build things outta rock. Cool things. I'm not sure what KIND of cool things, but I'm sure it'll come to me. And is that slate? I've been calling it slate but who knows? It could be something else (UBUIBI? Dan?).
Do you see all my rocks? Isn't it amazing? See what celibacy can do? All those years, all that energy, I wasted on silly, silly SEX! When I could have been gathering ROCKS! Wow! Look at them all!
Hey, ya gonna make a patio out of those rocks? That would look very cool with the color variations.
I'm not saying anything about the lack of goatie pictures..... yet.