Today is saturday and after saturday comes sunday and after sunday comes monday and after monday comes tuesday and after tuesday comes wednesday and after wednesday comes thursday and after thursday comes friday and after friday comes saturday and the cycle goes on ( Read more... )

I had all these great words rebounding between my ears during work today (which was, admittedly, remarkably stressful) but now that I'm home I want little more than to collapse into a long, dreamless slumber and wake up at maybe noon tomorrow and spend all day sitting around and drinking peach oolong (of the Honest Tea make, of course) and eating ( Read more... )

Well, my employer pulled a last-minute thing on me, and I will apparently be going in to work tonight, as well as Sunday ( Read more... )

Despite the (usual) miserable odds surrounding me, I am, for once, hopeful, optimistic. And I'm growing, too- if I went back and talked to me from September, I wouldn't recognize myself except for my face ( Read more... )

Went to book people tonight and got a new book that is a retelling of sleeping beauty. There was another book there, too, called rob&sarah.com and I think I'm going to go back and get it.

Anyone up to running around with me sometime soon to go pur-chase it and possibly other things, too?

If you reply to this, I will tell you the first (earliest) memory I have of you.
The price? You have to post this in your own journal and return the favor for anyone who asks.

Wittiest remark of the night:

Chimney:Fry's is like quicksand for free time

--today in history:

Thomas Paine published "Common Sense" in 1776
John W. Root, American architect, born 1850
First great oil strike in Texas, 1901
League of Nations established, 1920
First UN General Assembley met, London, 1946

Does anyone have Zee's number / Zee, are you on?

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Target is being anal about me being sick. Really anal. And now my mom is yelling at me, too.

God. I just want to die, right here, right now. Please, SOMEONE come shoot me, post-haste.

Sick of lying in bed. Am hungry, but can't eat. Haven't eaten in far too long. Have the overwhelming desire to have peaches and cream: no peaches, no cream, no kitchen that matter as the wood floors are being redone ( Read more... )