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Non, je ne regrette rien. En particulier, les femmes dans ma vie!
For what am I grateful? Well, with a well intentioned suggestion (aka advertisment) from Nature Made Bakeries, I guess I'm supposed to say bread. But since they asked, selflessness--a quality I rarely, if ever, possess ( Read more... ) -
In a Taco Hell coma.
I've made myself sick thinking about what's coming up in the next few months. Upon discovery of my admission to the U of A last Saturday, I just wanted to barf. I did experience a certain degree of happiness and accomplishment, but it was quickly overshadowed by everything that must be done before we even pack up our shit. There's the question of ( Read more... ) -
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes ...
It's damn near farcical to maintain my lj at this point in time ... whereas I used to update several times a day, now I can't arse myself to do it even once a month. I used to be so angry ... I'm still angry, actually, but I suppose I've found better ways to channel my fury over the past eight years ( Read more... ) -
2009 State of the Union
I sometimes put on the local government channel for background noise that I can completely ignore if I choose ... but on occasion, I'm rewarded for being the odd bird who actually watches it. Right now, I'm getting peeks of select Nashville residents' untamed lawns. Let me explain:
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WTF, Sir Paul? (Or, Why John Is My Favorite Beatle, and, By the Way, I Hate Starbucks)
On 21 March 2007, McCartney left EMI to become the first artist signed to Starbucks's new record label, Los Angeles-based Hear Music, to be distributed by Concord Music Group. He made an appearance via a video-feed from London at the company's annual meeting.OK. I'll admit that, once upon a time (fourteen years ago, to be exact), I touted myself as ( Read more... ) -
A great man: 2.15.37-09.07.08
I only met him once ( Read more... ) -
Adulthood, or, Tipsy musings
When in a relationship, I sometimes delude myself by thinking how much better off I'd be alone. In some cases, that was true. Actually, this relationship marks the first time I haven't been completely miserable about something crucial. Evan now has a job, my good job finally started paying worth a damn, and though we should be saving, money isn't a ( Read more... ) -
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Here at work: my grown-up, considerably-more-than-minimum-wage job. I have an office. I have keys to that office, as well as keys to the building in which my office is located. I can make executive decisions, like what color paper we should use to print off bookmarks. I always pick green--my boss is getting sick of it, I think. I can give scutwork ( Read more... ) -
Wow. That's all I can fucking say.
Lately, when I start off a post, I don't know how long my writing mood is going to last, which means I don't know how much information I'll get across. Per usual, it's me wanting to bitch and whine about something that's happened to me, but sometimes it's interesting. I hasten to add that nobody who might care does the LJ thing anymore. With that ( Read more... ) -
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E is not leaving. I'm excited.
Must work.