I'm in Lansing! I'm alive! I survived the move! And I'm not dead!!! Just bruised! Exclamation points!!!!

And now I'm stealing internet from the coffee shop! I love being in an urban area! Wooo!

More later! Love you all! Mwaaaah!

"What? Is? THAT?" Ashley pointed out the window. We were in the Taco Bell drive thru; we'd just handed over our precious cash to the chipper drive-through attendant. Ash seemed a little freaked. For a good reason ( Read more... )

...faxing? It's fucking expensive. EX. PEN. SIVE.

FKoe#$O)#*ODJOIudoif(*&DKUIOD!!!!

Um. Yes.

I better get an f-ing interview out of it. Otherwise I will be a thousand kinds of pissed. And so will my checking account.

Ways that I'm brilliant...

1.   The day before the big inking, I decided that the most intelligent way to gauge my pain tolerance was to take my thumbnail and dig it into my left shoulderblade for AS LONG AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.    If I didn't cry or scream too much, I could tolerate a needle ripping through my skin.  Sidenote: the thumbnail trick?  It ( Read more... )

So Monday night...

I met Anthony Rapp!

Anthony! Rapp! The originator of the greatest fictional character of all time (in my opinion)--Mark Cohen! Rent! Mark! Me! Met him! Wheee!


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Have you ever wanted to be held so bad that it physically hurts when you're not cuddling?

That's kind of where I am right now. And in case you've never felt like this? It fucking sucks.

I have never asked for anything except friendship from any and all of you. I love every single one of you, but I would never ask anything other than your time....and maybe a fun idea or two. At times, you've had to be a rock or a sounding board or a therapist, but you've risen to the occasion beautifully. It is because of that that I am so ( Read more... )

My Tuesday plans were shaping up well. I have the day off, I was going to meet some of my co-workers for Subway, then knit with another friend and cap off the night with a reunion with my beloved Ryan ( Read more... )

...and if it is altered, it's only slightly so to be more entertaining. (Or because I couldn't remember just exactly how it went.)

Me: Hi! How can I help you tonight?
Mom: Do you have baby rings?
Me: Huh? Oooh, you mean earrings?
Mom: NO! I MEAN rings. Baby. Rings. Like a ring that a baby could wear. *gestures to her six-month-oldish ( Read more... )

Four Jobs I've Had:- busser: my first real job. It was at the family restaurant in Chassell. I washed dishes in the corner of a small, hot, heavy kitchen during the summer. It was long hours and minimum wage. It was where I bonded with girls I had thought hated me and became one of the guys with the cooks. We blared music, threw half-stale ( Read more... )