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Pretty much this.
"...and that was how I found myself in a conversation with a meterological event about the dietary habits of the transdimensional, GPS equipped unicorn in the back yard and how to keep it from unnerving my landlady's cats." -
And WHY does everything smell of CHEESE?
You know that little voice in the back of your head - it can sound a little like your mom, or your grandma- that tells you to hush, go to sleep, that and once you wake up, everything will be okay?
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Hum dee, scrambling to catch back up with my life after letting myself rest a little for the past two days. I am VERY exciting, I know. School pre-registration stuff and making sure my car insurance is squared away are the orders of business today! (Damn well had better be, since the insurance company cashed my check.) -
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I half-woke early this morning with what felt like a really good drabble-length bit of writing in my head and tried to type it into my phone so that I'd remember it when I was actually awake. Now I've completely forgotten all the parts I was trying to remember, and the bits in my phone are are only partly legible. Isn't that always the way?
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Dear Ani DiFranco,
You're fantastic. Seriously, you're gifted and driven in a bunch of ways. But this thing you've been doing, the having a song that almost perfectly sums up every semi-major problem I ever have... It's starting to weird me out a little. Are you reading my mail? Brainwave scanning? What is the deal?
Love,
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I'm leaning to play the ocarnia!
In a very limited way, for a parade. Still, I'm dorkily delighted by this.
Also also! I have a new car! My lease was up in a few weeks, and I was freaking right out, because wow, was I not in a place where a down payment for anything was an option. But the amazingly fantastically unbelievably awesome finance lady worked with me and got me a no- ( Read more... ) -
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How. About. No. My mom worked in the airlines for nearly twenty years, and if anyone had even THOUGHT about treating a disabled person like this, she would have come down on them like a tsunami made of bricks. -
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Hide your breathing. Slough off your self like snakeskin. Slip through the pulses like scent, like dancing, like strokes of ink. Purr, and melt the world as you pass to blood and sweetness. -
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That was the most enchanting hike I think I've gone on in years. If anyone wants to go hiking in the future with me, I will happily go again. And now is the perfect time, too- not too hot, breezy, and the wildflowers are beautiful. Tiny white patches like moss and purple spots pale and deep here and there between the swathes of yellow, white with ( Read more... ) -
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