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owww
Not that this particularly matters when one doesn't update her LJ in forever, but I'm currently recovering from semi-major emergency surgery of the organ-go-bye-bye variety. And it hurts. A whole lot.
Meaning, that, iffn I'm less comprehensible, and even harder to get a hold of than I usually am, that is why.
thank you.
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ITALY ITALY ITALY
Me: *working* *looks at clock* *nods* I have to go, the game's on.
Boss: Wha - ?
Me: *gets up* I'll be back in two hours. *nods*
Boss: Wait - what?
Me: Byyyye! *waves*
I'm sure that'll come back to haunt me later.
Also, pictures from Pride forthcoming.
[EDIT]: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *runs around in circles* -
pudding is good for the soul
I told my dad I was going to erase all crazy people from my life and he laughed and said "Good luck ( Read more... ) -
Tuesday!
My heart is going to beat out of my chest and do a tapdance on the floor. This I am almost positive of. I have had nothing but caffeine All. Day. And thus, besides the head splitting migraine of DOOM I also feel like running around in circles. Lots and lots of of tiny little circles ( Read more... ) -
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So. So so so. I'm not going to say anything because I'd rather tell people in person/over the phone... but those who know me will like to know that it is a good May first ( Read more... ) -
mildly inconvenienced
... the doughy, white motorcycle cop on Rinaldi is an asshole (the other one is all right, though). Anyone who ever drives that street knows this. So first he cuts me off, just zooms right in front of me because apparently his lane wasn't moving fast enough. What am I going to do though? He's a cop. So whatever. Hit my breaks, no big deal. Then he ( Read more... ) -
my life as an absurdist play
Today at 7:30 am my brother got up, got dressed and went out to buy a bunch of bananas. Having done so, he came home, arranged the bananas on the living room couch, got back into his pajamas and went back to sleep.
I found myself searching for the underlying symbolism in his actions. -
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I never knew how vital tweezers were in my life until, after going two weeks without, I found myself staring at the reflection of Burt Reynolds and Oscar the Grouch's unholy lovechild in the bathroom mirror. -
no Photoshop and no House makes Mel go something something...
The loooong week of housesitting is slowly drawing to a close, thank god. Small dogs - especially chihuahua's make me CRAZY. Anyway, I am killing time before five when I will be free! and thus, am updating ( Read more... )
