Jesus Christ, it's been a minute since I've updated. Thankfully not much of anything has changed. For the most part, I still suck at life and hate Callie. Life is good.

More updates soon-ish. Maybe.

Live Journal has finally decided to be cooperative--sort of. I can finally login--using the same password I've always had, after having been denied for several months because my account had possibly been "corrupted ( Read more... )

I thought this was a great read--hope you do, too!

The improbables are making a division title possibleby Jim Souhan, Star Tribune ( Read more... )

Holy Hell! It's been 18 weeks since my last update. I'm not sure whether to be unbelievably happy or ridiculously depressed about the fact that little in my life has changed in those 4+ months. I'm currently writing something awesome that my vast legions of admirers will no doubt devour, and in doing so, will continue their constant adoration of ( Read more... )

1. I am never talking to my old roomie Renae again. She has definitely been holding out on me! Seriously, to think that I had to learn about the "Quad Squad" at a unit meeting with totally new co-workers!! Renae, you've got a lot of nerve ( Read more... )

I'm sick....and tired. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, LOATHE ENTIRELY having a cold. There is nothing more debilitating and annoying than a stuffed nose. My nose is chapped from blowing it and I've resorted to slathering vaseline ALL OVER MY DAMN FACE. My above-the-neck area is more lubricated than well...other lubricated things. I've ( Read more... )

THE RULES ( Read more... )

Stole this from razzlespazzle who in turn stole it from darkhorizonx

1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?
My mommy <3. I miss her terribly.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
I get my groceries delivered. Yep, I gots it like that!

3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed again, would you?Why not, ( Read more... )

Howdy dudies! Man is my cubicle a STY. It's filthy and disgusting AND there's a faint odor of rotting something-or-another. Good thing I'm leavin' this bleep hole and transitioning into a new cube on the 8th floor. That's right, friends...

Well I'm movin on up ( Read more... )

Aloha! Greetings from tropical Saint Paul! I've been sweating for days and days. My hair could be easily confused with a rather large and tousled rat's nest. Thank you oh lord of humidity, god of outrageously high temperatures ( Read more... )