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Yellow Balloon
Oct. 5th, 2017 06:17 pm
Want a balloon, Georgie?
Want a balloon, Georgie?
Holy smokin' bullwinkle
Dec. 19th, 2015 09:13 pmChristmas party. Egg nog. Sneaky egg nog that didn't taste alcoholic ... until the thrid glass. I'm home (don't worry, I walked) and it's just now hitting my extremities. Whooo boy. It'll counteract all of the caffeine I had today, but the water I'm drinking will have me up all night away. Haha.
On the ego-stroking side, we did a gift exchange. I didn't have money to spend, so I wrapped up a canvas print I had done of a photo I took a couple of years ago and had hanging in my home, thinking no one would want it. It got stolen several times and then was one of a handful that got locked and unstealable. *puffs out chest*
On the ego-stroking side, we did a gift exchange. I didn't have money to spend, so I wrapped up a canvas print I had done of a photo I took a couple of years ago and had hanging in my home, thinking no one would want it. It got stolen several times and then was one of a handful that got locked and unstealable. *puffs out chest*
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Feb. 15th, 2014 09:56 amOkay, I know living where I live that I must be prepared to get wet at any time. Usually, I don't mind this. I really don't. There are days, though, when I have lots of things to do, errands to run, and I just don't want to go out there and get soggy and cold.
Today is just such a day. Ugh.
I'm blaming the idiot who came and pounded on my door just before 8:00 AM. On a Saturday? It's practically a crime punishable by jail time, as far as I'm concerned. Especially when said idiot was, of course, looking for my neighbor. (No one I know would pound on my door so early.)
Today is just such a day. Ugh.
I'm blaming the idiot who came and pounded on my door just before 8:00 AM. On a Saturday? It's practically a crime punishable by jail time, as far as I'm concerned. Especially when said idiot was, of course, looking for my neighbor. (No one I know would pound on my door so early.)
Leaving, One Bag of Shoes at a Time
Sep. 7th, 2012 12:52 pmI am carrying my fourth and final bag of shoes home from the office today. Yes, I amassed that many shoes here in my 7.5 years of employment.
I have spent the week writing down everything I do as I do it, so that I can give whatever poor sucker ends up here some idea of how to survive. It's been exhausting, and as a result I haven't packed one box at home. Must start that and cleanting tomorrow.
Ordered those space bag things, figuring that will give more room, etc. when I pack.
Had a spat with a friend whose style of support I find rather smothering. I know she means well, but couple the hovering and repeated questions (are you going to do this? yes. are you going to do this? that's the plan. what about this again, are you sure? jfc, I said yes twice already, back OFF) with attack of monthly issues and, yeah, I snapped. Now I'm getting the cold shoulder. And she wondered why I didn't really ASK her for help. Her insistence that she as someone with chronic pain and I as someone who, last time she moved, ended up with a puking migraine, could do this on our own is silly, imo. No, I don't wnat to shell out money, but I also don't want to feel like ass when it's all said andnood.
Oh, ando It ook a pain pill, the kind that make me see the typoing errors butnot care. sorry. It jsuti kicke in.
I have spent the week writing down everything I do as I do it, so that I can give whatever poor sucker ends up here some idea of how to survive. It's been exhausting, and as a result I haven't packed one box at home. Must start that and cleanting tomorrow.
Ordered those space bag things, figuring that will give more room, etc. when I pack.
Had a spat with a friend whose style of support I find rather smothering. I know she means well, but couple the hovering and repeated questions (are you going to do this? yes. are you going to do this? that's the plan. what about this again, are you sure? jfc, I said yes twice already, back OFF) with attack of monthly issues and, yeah, I snapped. Now I'm getting the cold shoulder. And she wondered why I didn't really ASK her for help. Her insistence that she as someone with chronic pain and I as someone who, last time she moved, ended up with a puking migraine, could do this on our own is silly, imo. No, I don't wnat to shell out money, but I also don't want to feel like ass when it's all said andnood.
Oh, ando It ook a pain pill, the kind that make me see the typoing errors butnot care. sorry. It jsuti kicke in.
Sweet, sweet relief
May. 3rd, 2012 05:59 pmI really really apreciate the muscle relaxants. I'd say I'm even fond of them, especially considering that on the way yome on the bus I had to mentally chant "your uterus will not disgorge an alien, your uterus will not disgorg an alien" in order to make it withouto crying.
Also, I lost my muse again and I think the drugs are already givibg up their floaty side efeect.
Oh, and rfied brown rice with veggies for dinner. Yummmm.
Also, I lost my muse again and I think the drugs are already givibg up their floaty side efeect.
Oh, and rfied brown rice with veggies for dinner. Yummmm.
