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Livejournal has decided to stop being such a dirty bastard to me and let me post.
The first seven (7) people to respond to this post will get something made by me.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year (2009).
- Just think, I'm poor now and it could be totally ridiculous!
- I reserve the right to make something extremely strange.
The catch? The catch is that you have to put this in your journal as well, if you expect me to do something for you!
Anyway. My plans to get to Texas have all crashed and burned over the past month, so I've had to just deal with everything one step at a time. Krissy can't get a job out there due to the shitty economy, so she isn't coming. Which in turn means, no furniture is coming, there will be no apartment for me to move into and I must now leave Clive behind. And apparently when I filed my taxes, I left off the recovery credit and so they had to "refigure" my taxes for me, so the IRS is finally just sending out my refund tomorrow. Hopefully, it will be here sometime next week and I can get out of here by MARCH. Fucking ridiculous.
I'm moving into my....father's house. Death. I get to play fucking Cinderella and clean the castle like a slave until I move out. Oh, and deal with two obnoxious children (ages 3 and 4) everyday.
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Also, happy belated birthday to Sarah, Eva and the state of Arizona.