The whole of the upstairs of work today smells like old-lady rose perfume. I wonder if we have a ghost.

I'm at work, on an incredibly lazy Saturday. The new job allows for days like this, where we don't even bother to hide the rampant abuse of work-related computer access. And I have my knitting sitting behind the desk with me, and every now and again, I take it out and work a few rows ( Read more... )

Test test. This is sort of me testing this image application, which I've never used before. I *could* just post the links, but I want to see if this will work.

I think the best part of this is the cheerleader-fanning of my hands for maximum volume. Or possibly the dopey look on his face.


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not different. Just strange. You probably shouldn't read this if you get squicked or if you don't want to know TMI sorts of things.

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On the subject of people who sing along to movies. I'm not talking about Rocky Horror, here, although if you're singing along to RHPS, you're missing a perfectly good opportunity to scream profanities ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, my best friend lived in the most awesome house in the whole world. Huge rooms, walking distance from the pool and a convenience store, a giant backyard for us to tear around in. There was a secret passage from the library to her parents' bathroom, which I like to think was from antebellum times, when the house was used as a stop ( Read more... )

Sometimes, especially when I'm driving or walking across campus, I think of something that I want to post here. And it's always extra-witty and fully developed and gosh, something that I *would* like all my friends who I haven't talked to in forever to read ( Read more... )

I got in! *dances around, showing you a piece of paper*

I got into grad school!

*cough* hi. how are you?

The very definition of quiet personal horror: three AM, gotta have this paper finished by sunrise, I'm all cranked up on over caffeinated tea, I'm trying to be quiet so I don't wake up the boy (who wouldn't go home so I wouldn't have to feel guilty), and my heart is beating double time because a COCKROACH tried to crawl up my leg a little while ( Read more... )

Looking for books about organized crime involvement with various industries of New York City. Longshoremen, sanitation, transportation ( Read more... )