The blog is moving! No one uses livejournal anymore, and I want to be able to link to my favorite blogs and post photos.

http://legsaplenty.blogspot.com/

You'll have to forgive the new blog address, but some loser already stole aimspage @ the blogspot address. And when I find that

Just got my weekly bin of groceries delivered from a local farm, and they included a bouquet of tulips.

This morning I started a to do list.

A moment ago I glanced down at it.

It says, "work on..."

There isn't a lot to do when you don't have a job. It's ironic, you have all this time, but no motivation or funds. So far I've taken and given up jogging, meditating, and cleaning. I've alphabetized my cds and photographed my shoes ( Read more... )

( That thud you just heard is me flinging myself on the floor in despair )

In an email chat w/ the lovely Ms. Bezaury (it’s her bday, yo), I happened to impart a charming story of my youth. The best part in recalling this story is that I am still a very indignant and pissed off 5 year-old.

( The trouble with being 5 )

"Friends don't save you, they support you. They accept you. They wish you well. They want you to be happy. They think of you, even when you don't think of yourself. And you think of them, and are there for them, period, without qualification."

- http://blog.bedlamfarm.com/

( And I am the leader )

Sometime last week, Birdie found a dirty wash rag in the kitchen, stuck it in a corner, and played with it daily. She was very protective of this rag. Sometimes she would lay on top of it, or roll around and bat at it. At one point I smelled it in an attempt to determine what was so special. It just smelled a little mildew-y to me, like all the ( Read more... )

The birthday check from my mom bounced.

I now have enough material for my novel.