Enh. The icon says it all, today.

I am now officially existent in AIM, Yahoo *and* MSN. Or at least I think I am. Which means you have pretty much no excuse not to be able to communicate with me over instant messaging of one kind or another. So go to it, people.

AIM: zimerie
MSN: daisyblade@hotmail.com
Yahoo: wendylady_redhandedjill

Wøøt.

Not freaking out. Not freaking out AT ALL.

Where the hell is that boy with my chocolate?

Okay, so there's nine goats altogether: first there's the three mamas (Candy, who's the oldest, and Meg, who was named after Meg of the White Stripes and who I think might be Candy's daughter, and Brigid, who was born in February and had to be bottle-fed and kept inside for a week or so and thus endeared herself to all of us despite growing up to ( Read more... )

Two more goat babies! Wøøt! Cute as can freakin' be. That makes...six, in all. So far only three of them have names: Floppy, Snow White and Teeny Little Superguy (Mr. T for short ( Read more... )

So, I'm back. As usually happens when I lots of actual stuff to talk about, I don't feel like talking about it. Perhaps later. Right now, despite the fact that the trip was much better than I thought it would be- or maybe because of it- I feel inexplicably and immovably depressed. All that sounds good right now is curling up under my new satin ( Read more... )

So. Dad and I were supposed to leave for Nevada yesterday, but he got called for jury duty, so we're probably leaving tomorrow instead. Or the day after. The more I think about this trip, the less fun I realize it will be. At first I thought "yay, trip! trains, distant lands, not being at home! fun!" but the fact is I'm going to be spending ( Read more... )

Have I mentioned that I hate crushes? Because I do.

Yet another thing I thought of but was too lazy to follow through on, so (sigh) someone else did it first. (And better.)

Team got second. Going to internationals. [insert happy sounds] Tired as hell. More later.