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goodnight sweetheart, well, it's time to go..

Not.

Best month ever like woah.

wake me up when september ends.

The printer fucked up. At least it was only for my pages, not the rest of the paper as far as I found. Grar. Whatever.

two cups of coffee (5 sugars, 3 half-n-halfs. 2 sugars, 3 equals, 3 half-n-halfs.), two donuts, and at least five or six donut holes. only reason i'm not dead.

*head.desk*

Break, anyone?

(Information, well some, per request ( Read more... )

After spending twenty minutes on the phone with customer service reps (who were very nice and helpful), I cry.

Earlier, I was trying to purge my outbox, in order to have more message space (because it was nearly full). But instead, I deleted all my messages. And for someone like me, who is a sentimental fool and keeps everything that touches her ( Read more... )

Yay she's back ( Read more... )

Make me spaghetti.

Then draw me a picture.

And make me pancakes.

Write an ode to me.

And then a song.

That should keep you not bored and give you something to do for a bit.

newspaper.

I had a good time yesterday. We went around through the wood-y areas of the neighbourhood. We started out near my house, went toward Ridgeview (in a wooded area), ended up near Thurgood Marshall, crossed over into another wooded area. Walked around in there, ended up near the power lines, then back through another part of the woods-y-ness. Up onto ( Read more... )

Okay, so I've been given background reading for an editing project that I'm working on (will be *plopped* soon, once it's finished), Breakfast at Tiffany's and High Fidelity. Apparently, the movie version with Audrey Hepburn is different from the book. I can't see how they could successfully make it into a movie. It doesn't seem like that kind of ( Read more... )

I am just so done.

daffodils.

Or pancakes. Pancakes would do well.

Actually, most yummy-tasting foods that I don't have in my house would do. (Which would be almost everything.)

an elevator.