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Technology is so festive.

Ever turn out your lights and realize that your bedroom looks remarkably like the bridge of the Enterprise, only minus the hot chick with an interstellar rack and a miniskirt?

Spock, I, I think I'm having a seizure from all these lights!

I swear, between the two digital clocks and the various blinking LEDs on power-strips and chargers and optical devices and routers and hubs and modems and laptops and printers and telephones and cell phones and electric toothbrushes and electric razors, you could use my boudoir to safely land a 747. I have seen Christmas trees with fewer blinking lights.


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Try having all that in the living room. I moved everything into the closet, at least now I can close the doors. And bright green? At least they could give us a variety of colours to choose from. A nice burgundy to blend in with the stair carpet, a mute terracotta to blend in with the tile etc. and since mine are in the closet multicolored to blend in with the coats. :)

Could we have a photo, please, Hon?
:D

Ive noticed that. Usually it is when I forget to turn the sound up on the baby monitor though. We have one of the ones that has lights to show the sound level (screaming vs rolling over).

I swear it is like going to bed in a club somewhere. I can say that too seeing as I have done it once!

You are so ripe for an electrical fire.

I'm just saying.

Do you go through digital withdrawal when you go on these excersions? I kinda think you would.

nothing more festive than a warm, crackling fire.

I'm boob-confused. You usually mock the Barbie Corps and their fake boobs, but now your room is missing a hot chick with an interstellar rack? Make up your mind! Big boobs, little boobs, real boobs, fake boobs, one boob, two boob, red boob, blue boob ... I know, I know. You just want any boobs staring you in the face right now. Period.

p.s. I like the word boob. It connotes roundness, doesn't it?

Actually Anne, if I say boob too many times it quits being a word about breasts and starts reminding me of the guy who works across the hall from me.

You're right. I meant more in the way it looks on paper.

amazing how i can turn any post into a conversation about boobs. damn, i do so love the internet.



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