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Moving Day
I knew I'd be moving in the next couple of weeks, but it was a little bit of a shock to find out this morning that the major thrust of the move will happen tomorrow. Mom and Dad are expecting my two nieces, their partners, my grand-nephew, and Buffy the well-behaved dog. We might also be expecting my brother, his wife, their two hellspawn*, and ( Read more... ) -
jane, get me off this crazy thing
Today I
- Got Crash to school on time;
- Did not kill him. This counts as a separate achievement because he is in some kind of weird pre-pre-adolescent phase of fart jokes, mouthiness, and DRAMATIC mood swing;
- Remembered I had to do a presentation at 10:00 at the elementary school;
- Remembered I could not wear jeans to said presentation;
- Bought a pair ( Read more... )
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My so-called mid-life
"Lately, I can't even look at my mother without wanting to stab her repeatedly." -- Angela Chase
I gotta move out of the basement. -
My living situation
My days in the basement may be drawing to an end, and (knock wood) without my needing a bail bondsman or therapist on retainer ( Read more... ) -
I am hot.
So hot I'll driiiiiiink your milkshake. Or melt your popsicle. I will fuck up your frosty treats, is what I'll do.
In the last week I've caught the eye of a few dashing swains around town. Over the weekend, I had another encounter with this guy, whom I'll call the Laminator for reasons I'll elaborate on below. And yesterday Overall Dude, who hangs ( Read more... ) -
EYE EEE PEE
So, since Crash was four he has had an Individualized Education Program (IEP). It is a legal document that follows him wherever he goes, stipulating what he needs services for, and what those services will be, and what kinds of issues he has, and how the school will meet his needs. These parts are kinda groovy, no ( Read more... ) -
Halfway through the first semester
I finished my mid-terms in respectable fashion and came to two conclusions: one, I like my chosen field; and two, I am dropping poetry like it's hot. Which it isn't.
My poetry professor, she of the epic sensitivity fail, is sloppy, disorganized, passive-aggressive, and just a fucking disaster. I am quite meticulous about keeping up with my work, ( Read more... ) -
I need a new job, like, yesterday
I had lots of thoughts today. Some of them were about poetry, some of them were about hot sex. And then I went to work at the Mart of K., and a woman complained about my being a sarcastic bitch. And then my will to live died.
Which, yeah, I am a very sarcastic bitch but not at work. And my interaction with this woman was that I paged someone 4 times ( Read more... ) -
joys of solitude
Mom and Dad are in Florida for the weekend, and Crash is visiting his dad. This morning I slept in (apparently 7:15 is sleeping in for me these days.)
I started some laundry and the dishwasher, got my school stuff organized, and figured out what I need to study this week. I opened the front door and startled a group of deer. I could hear them ( Read more... ) -
I scream in silence
Whenever I get very cranky reading my classmates' writing, I try to remind myself that when I was 18-22, I was only a handful of years from writing my series of OMG!!UNICORNS!!!!! epics. I was hardly an adolescent, or even a post-adolescent, prodigy. I think I am officially a late-bloomer at life.
HOWEVER, I did know enough by eighteen that if I ( Read more... )