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phthalombrageThe Nanny is on in the family room (e.g. audible from here) and it's enough to make me retch.
I'm not a particularly affectionate person. I dislike her happiness advice.
Suicide is not a good idea, kids. Ask me sometime.
Lots of people are paranoid.
CIT wins. More reasons appeared in my inbox today. I hope I like it there.
A cop pulled over the guy in front of me; isn't that a nice bit of schadenfreude? (And yes, now I'm waiting for #902 of that webcomic... and xkcd disappointed this morning, hopefully this will surpass.)
Heat, exercise, and estrangement from my friends is making me dry and boring. Sounds like a prescription drug commercial in reverse. It doesn't help that my laptop is effectively a mini-heater. I think I'm going to sleep with it in college. (obligatory tee hee)
Diet? I willingly ate stale bread today because the sandwich I ate on it Saturday night was good. Also a fajitarrito. Tomorrow I just may get easy-mac.
I tried to help Tay with her computer quandry, but she still offered the tech advisor position to Nemal, in exchange for cookies.
My thoughts are about as disorganized as Barb and Mike. I really hope Keely wants tan pointe shoes, because mine already are.
I think I can actually live with no a/c for the rest of summer, provided that I remember to apply sunblock as necessary. I worry more about the burn than the miserable sweaty heat itself.
I have yet to start cleaning my room. I hope to not encounter any rats. I think I'd hear them.
I also think that if there really were bodies in those dumpsters in the file room, I'd smell it.
Senses point to no in both cases.
My cat's tail-spine has a little angle in it where it got stuck in something. My mom doesn't seem bothered.
I'm not a particularly affectionate person. I dislike her happiness advice.
Suicide is not a good idea, kids. Ask me sometime.
Lots of people are paranoid.
CIT wins. More reasons appeared in my inbox today. I hope I like it there.
A cop pulled over the guy in front of me; isn't that a nice bit of schadenfreude? (And yes, now I'm waiting for #902 of that webcomic... and xkcd disappointed this morning, hopefully this will surpass.)
Heat, exercise, and estrangement from my friends is making me dry and boring. Sounds like a prescription drug commercial in reverse. It doesn't help that my laptop is effectively a mini-heater. I think I'm going to sleep with it in college. (obligatory tee hee)
Diet? I willingly ate stale bread today because the sandwich I ate on it Saturday night was good. Also a fajitarrito. Tomorrow I just may get easy-mac.
I tried to help Tay with her computer quandry, but she still offered the tech advisor position to Nemal, in exchange for cookies.
My thoughts are about as disorganized as Barb and Mike. I really hope Keely wants tan pointe shoes, because mine already are.
I think I can actually live with no a/c for the rest of summer, provided that I remember to apply sunblock as necessary. I worry more about the burn than the miserable sweaty heat itself.
I have yet to start cleaning my room. I hope to not encounter any rats. I think I'd hear them.
I also think that if there really were bodies in those dumpsters in the file room, I'd smell it.
Senses point to no in both cases.
My cat's tail-spine has a little angle in it where it got stuck in something. My mom doesn't seem bothered.
