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*headdesk*
Now I'm 38. I'm not sure if it was my body's way of being helpful by having my heart pound and not letting me fall asleep for 15 minutes. -
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And my body has a screwed up sense of humor.
I'm 55. So even though I'm ready to go to bed, my body isn't quite having anything to do with that. -
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I've never lived in a place before that could actually, you know. have a nationally known team that wins games.
It's pretty cool.
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Domesticity rocks.
I have ice cream churning, my dishwasher running with a cupful of bleach because it smelled like sulfa (for whatever reason), and a frenched rack of lamb sitting on red potatoes and roasting ( Read more... ) -
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And I just bit down on my lip and split it.
Suuuuuuuuuper -
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And when I went to make my last post, and went to select my favorite angsty icon, it was gone. I don't know where, and I can't understand why.
Anyone have any suggestions for good angsty icons? -
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Dear Abby ( Read more... ) -
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Bread is so magical ( Read more... ) -
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I now have a chest freezer and a Food Saver in my apartment. This rocks in so many ways. -
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Dear fuckwads in the apartment above me:
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
There is no reason to start blasting music at 10:45 p.m. on a fucking weeknight. Some of us have to, you know, work tomorrow, and happen to like getting a good night's sleep.
fuck off,
the pissed off woman living below you