Now that I'm back online, I'd like to welcome onboard my stunningly attractive and too-brilliant-to-be-related-to-me sister, the_elle_word. She may not post much, as she's a country gal on dialup who spends an inordinate amount of time wrestling snakes out of the cupboards, but I'm excited to have her meet my friends here and I'd love for you all to give her ( Read more... )

So ok, we've discovered that repetitively entering the same page of Unix code for 3 days does not do jack-all for squat if we neglect that mystifying final command: reboot. Asshat. There goes my potential career as a Unix- or any other language-geek. How will I get the chicks now?

What is it about having a back injury that pulls me inexorably toward the garden and/or cleaning products?
houseboi's going to kill me.

Xica nabbed another mouse, who apparently was deviously hiding in the shrubbery while plotting to take over the planet.
That's 2 mice in 2 days. She's got her own fight song now.

"Correction", Xica replied somewhat smugly, "we had a mouse."

You guys are just going to have to visualize her sitting in her wheelchair and shaking her cane in the air,
because I didn't happen to have my camera on me this morning.

Dear Mr ( Three Foot Long )

Real friends wouldn't let me date.

I mean this in no bitchy way whatsoever, but-
Did anyone else know Martha was 62??

(note to self not to work that booth at the carnival)

So I've got this date this weekend, and he says, "Considering what I've been reading on your LJ, I assume we'll spend most of the time talking about your cats."

So anyway, about my ( garden... )

Ok, here's the deal ( Read more... )