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Country Neighbors: Wrangling Llamas is Just Good Manners
Every so often I spend some time up at the old Granville Place. Sometimes it’s because I can’t find any more clean underwear (it’s all been packed somewhere by A, after I complained that he hadn’t packed anything) and I have to do laundry, sometimes I just have to disappear for a few hours, and sometimes it’s to check the mail. The neighbors across ( Read more... ) -
309 Days Later...
...Zombies still crawl the earth. Not really. But do you ever wake up thinking your life feels like another post-apocalyptic sequal? No? Just me?
Well, then, I invite anyone who wanders through here to take gander at my journal. (Take a look-see, not a goose of the male sex. Unless, of course, that's what you'd prefer.) Consider this an open ( Read more... ) -
It's past midnight and you're all pumpkins!
It's true. I'm the fairy godmother of drunk people. I'd say 'patron saint' but I'm neither Catholic nor a drunkard.
I shepherd the lost little lambs home from the bars and night clubs, and every Friday night at least 3 men fall desperately in love with me for the span of a drunken bus ride. It's sort of a pity really, seeing as how they won't ( Read more... ) -
Night of the living caffeinated.
Had copious amounts of coffee with khasael today, which is probably the only reason I'm still up because I think I only slept for 4 hours last night. Also, we had a great time laughing and laughing and laughing until other patrons at the coffee-related establishment stared at us with awe and a little distaste. But it was still hilarious good times.
I ( Read more... ) -
Just a spoonful of sugar.
There, you see, that wasn't so bad...
A had the day off yesterday, and I had completely forgotten he wasn't going in, so I was rushing through my shower so I could make us both lunches to take to work. Instead, it turns out he had made my lunch for me so I could leave on time. He'd forgotten a few things, but I'm a softie -- as long as you try to ( Read more... ) -
Someone to ... over me.
Bed, bed, bed, bedbedbedbed. Yes ( Read more... ) -
Luxury Ride: A Public Service Announcement
In the past few months, it has been announced that my employer will be receiving a large amount of grant money to replace up to eight buses that provide free service to the public along the 16th Street Mall.
I drive those buses, so I began thinking about the math. If, for $5.2 million, my employer manufactures all 8 new buses, effectively those ( Read more... ) -
Oh look, it's 1am.
Oh, I do love days off where I don't get anything done. And by "anything" I mean housework. I did get up early and met khasael downtown for coffee and writing, and I decided to fill out that application questionnaire for a community she's in, just for fun. It was fun! I spent most of the day on it and it totalled 3097 words. So it's not like I did nothing ( Read more... ) -
The American Dream
Sometimes the writing is just for me. And sometimes it isn’t. I’m not sure which time this is, I’m just getting it out there.
I’m having a problem today. Well, not just today, it’s an extehhhhhhnded problem that I get to deal with from now until the time I die. In fact the problem is, in its essence, the fact that I’m dying just a bit every day. ( Read more... ) -
Just call me Cassandra. (Rant addendum.)
So, you wake up at 9am and take your husband to work because he's running late. And in the stark light of day you have a slightly larger amount of compassion because you did get a few hours sleep, and you feel guilty for writing any of this down. And your husband's angry at himself for being late, and making you get up early, but he's also angry ( Read more... )