I've been wondering why no one has been leaving comments on any of my posts lately, and I finally figured it out. I stopped hearing from everybody when I changed "leave a comment" to "hug a Lovely." No, it's not a link to a Kieferporn (be still my quivering heart) site. It really is just to leave a comment. Honestly. Would I lie? (Yes)

Who names their cat "Mr. Kitty"?

My first day at work was a success! (even if parking wasn't) I had to *gasp* parallel park. My boss was laughing at me the entire time. At least she has a sense of humor ( Read more... )

Guess who's finally a licensed driver ...
ME!!!!!!!!!
Take that, everyone who's been harassing me for the past two years!
I have to start my job in about half an hour. I'm rather nervous. I just hope the parking lot isn't too full as my parking skills are about as solid as regurgitated jello.

So having to use my parents' computer really sucks. So does all this rain. And it still hasn't sunk in yet that I'm done with school. I'm going nuts without something to procrastinate on.

Hey, everybody! Check out my spiffy new journal layout. No pictures of Lovelies, I promise; just a cute little Sheltie (not Hannah, for once).

Well, my computer has been dead for three days and hasn't yet pulled a Jesus and risen from its silicon grave. The blue screen of death haunts my dreams. You can't even start it in safe mode anymore. It currently resides on my bedroom floor in several pieces violently torn from their proper places. Perhaps I could borrow Melissa's angry elephants ( Read more... )

I can't even believe it. I finally go to get my driver's license and I fail. Again. It wasn't even the parking. The guy took me into Nashua and all the way down Amherst St. and on the highway. 35 minutes for a road test?? Last time it was less than ten. I was doing just fine until I pulled into the freakin' parking lot. I didn't see the other ( Read more... )

The fine weather has inspired me to sit inside on the computer. The fruits of my labor (read: laziness) are below. The first is the opening of the sequel to my villain story. The second is the start to my twisted fairy tale.
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So, Scott's been home since Tuesday. I'm happy he's back and I have some company and relief from Mom's not-so-empty nest syndrome and general fixation on me. But then, as I was putting away some stuff in the bathroom, it hit me:
Where's his toothbrush?