| Update: Countdown to NO! |
[Oct. 10th, 2006|01:25 am] |
Eleven days to go...
I actually got a lot done today, even though it
doesn't seem like it.
Faxed all the paperwork to the moving company.
Cleared out a lot of heavy duty winter stuff by
giving it to friends.
Bought a decent size cat crate-- technically, it's
for dogs, but... plenty of room for both cats.
Found out that you can buy disposable litter boxes...
how great is that?
Made one master list from seventeen thousand
Post-Its.
Burned a CD for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mantaraggio
Canceled the newspaper delivery.
Called the lawn and hedge guys to have them
crew cut all that lovely wisteria, because the
Bird Murderers want it cut. Asshats!
Set aside some time to see my niece and her kids!
Changed the name on my LJ profile-- in case it's
not familiar, it's from an old song by Squeeze.
And... restrained myself from killing Teh Wildebeest,
who absolutely deserves it.
Evil bee-yotch from Hell. Seriously.
*g*
Consider yourselves updated.
Heh!
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| Here We Go Again, the Special Crap Edition... |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|01:14 pm] |
Nobody wants to buy the house.
The broker called me this morning
and wants to discuss 'changing'
some things in order to make the
place look more normal and boring.
She told me her daughter is taking a
class in home decorating and she
needs a 'project' for her final exam,
or some shit. And she's trying to get
me to think this is a great thing, cos
"this would cost you $150.00 an hour
for a professional!"
Fuck off and die, bitch.
She thinks we should 'get rid of'
some of the furniture... most of
which has been in my family for years
and I could never afford to buy now,
nor even attempt to replace.
While I agree that we should get rid
of a lot of the clutter (most of it belongs
to she-who-must-not-be-named)-- I'm not
thrilled with her Extreme Makeover crap.
But, the house has to be sold.
I've never been so tempted to just walk
down the hill and play in traffic.
Seriously.
So, sorry if I'm a bit abrupt in my replies
today.
I'm so angry and sad about this whole damn
situation, I can't even see straight. And
I have to go back to work today.
Somebody shoot me and put me out of my
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| Cristina's Certificate! |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|03:58 am] |
I meant to post this with the fic, but...
Click to enlarge. Hee!
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| 'Grey's Anatomy' Made Me Do It... |
[May. 27th, 2006|09:23 pm] |
OK, to be perfectly honest, it was the
video that lostingeekdom posted earlier:
Kate Walsh and David Spade discussing the
newest exercise craze among the stars,
as well as other luminaries including
Paris Hilton.*
*I'm done being sarcastic...
'Working The Pole'
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| Fugly Icons and Evil Mechanics |
[Apr. 4th, 2006|01:46 pm] |
This was, of course, inspired by Lee Tergesen's recent guest appearances
on 'Desperate Housewives'... BIG FUG!
I couldn't resist this... especially with the expression on her face!
And now, I'm off to Hell. Oops, I mean work. No, I take that back.
'Hell' was correct. *g* Gonna be a whole lotta Drinky tonight!
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| Where I work. Sort of. |
[Mar. 21st, 2006|09:08 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | cats, meme | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  devious | ] |
This was taken at the house where I do my tutoring.
This is the Resident Feline. And he's nearly as evil as Gretz!
Innocent, you say? I've got scars from his widdle clawsies.
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| I just like this picture. |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|02:06 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | crappy, meme, sad | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  exanimate | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'What's Love Got to Do With it?,' Tina Turner | ] |
I can't really explain why. It just seems as if there's some story behind it.
Maybe he has a bottle collection and he's updating the list.
Never mind. I'm just in a weird-ass mood today.
I just found out that the next two days are going to be Very Long, as far as work goes.
So, I'm not in seclusion, I'm just, you know... working too hard!
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[Mar. 13th, 2006|09:06 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | dance!, whas | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  ditzy | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Chorus Line' soundtrack | ] |
Is THIS what you were referring to, mantaraggio ?
Everybody dance!
"One singular sensation, every little move he makes-- one thrilling combination, every step that he takes--
One smile and nothing and nobody else will do..."
'Chorus Line,' 'One'
(which will now be stuck in my head all night!)
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| Crazy cat lady strikes again! |
[Mar. 9th, 2006|07:08 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | cats | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  busy | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Stray Cat Blues,' Rolling Stones | ] |
Ah, cats... they'll never disappoint you with bad grades, or marry someone you don't like, or drive drunk.
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| Let's Play a Guessing Game! |
[Mar. 9th, 2006|01:40 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | guess who? | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| | giddy | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Take Me To The River,' Annie Lennox | ] |
OK, who IS this person?
Winner gets unlimited makeouttage, offer good for one year, expiring March 2007-- and the satisfaction of being correct.
From poseur to poser! Ford Models newest star on the horizon. God help us all.
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| much better... |
[Mar. 8th, 2006|09:06 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | not fug | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Idiot Wind,' Bob Dylan | ] |
Angelina makes it look good! Or, I guess I should say 'Brangelina', even though all you can see is his arm.
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[Mar. 3rd, 2006|06:57 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | baby!, mardi gras | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'When the Saints Come Marching In' | ] |
I found this pic and decided to share it with y'all... especially, since all I've been doing lately is complaining!
(There are lots more of them at www.nola.com.)
This was taken at a costume shop in the French Quarter.
Purple, green and gold are the official colors of Mardi Gras...enjoy!
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| Stupid Dumb-Ass Litmags! |
[Mar. 1st, 2006|01:37 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | fiction, meme, rant | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Somebody Kill Me,' Adam Sandler | ] |
Yes, another rant...
So... I get this one month free trial issue for this litmag that
I actually had a subscription for several years ago. I thought
perhaps it might have changed. Um, no.
Here's a sample of the correspondence they've recently received:
"Would it be at all possible for you people to put out one issue
that doesn't contain "I"?
I, I, I.
Yes, bad things happen all the time-- and sadly, people use these
awful experiences as springboards for crappy confessional ersatz fiction.
I've never seen such an assortment of meme thinly disguised as fiction
in my life. And I know that good fiction can contain elements of real
events, but this mag needs to change its' name to Depressed, Drunken,
Abused Abusers with Commitment, Anger and Confused Sexuality Who Can't
Write Worth a Shit.
I read about half the magazine and had to stop, because I was sorely
tempted to stick my own head in the oven. And it's an electric oven.
There's so much good writing out there. It's just not in this particular
magazine. The free trial offer has been sent back to the editor, who will
no doubt write something angsty IRT it.
Rant over. |
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| it's finally finished... |
[Feb. 28th, 2006|02:05 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | svu fic | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Pulp Fiction' soundtrack | ] |
The Red Thread fic I've been writing off and on (mostly off)
for the last month or so is finally done. It's probably the
last one I'll post over there, since I don't spend all that much
time at TWoP anymore, but I didn't mention that...
I guess the Muse liked the chinese food we had for dinner.
Happy Mardi Gras! |
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| Procrastination... |
[Feb. 26th, 2006|08:26 pm] |
OK, I cannot justify being sick anymore; I still feel like absolute crap,
but it's no excuse.
I've got six unfinished works of fiction in my computer-- not to mention
the Casey fic on the Red Thread, a week's worth of periodicals piling up
in my living room... and all I want to do is go back to bed.
At least I'm doing the laundry and the cats are fed.
Anything inspirational would be greatly appreciated... I feel as if I'm
slogging through a vat of molasses. And I don't like molasses.
Just so's I can bum everyone out, I'm leaving y'all with one of my
favorite sad bits of writing.
One Art
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
Now, for all I know, she could be talking about the propensity for losing
a sock whenever one does a load of laundry, but... there's just something
I love about this.
Someone should write a poem about the art of procrastination.
Someone probably already has. |
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| ugh... |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|07:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | cats, meme, sick | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| |  nauseated | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Lime in the Coconut,' Harry Nilsson | ] |
I don't know what happened, but my stomach is not at all happy with me.
The last thing I ate last night was a Cadbury fruit and nut bar and I swear,
if feels like Ryan o'Reilly put ground glass in it.
I know that's already TMI, so I'm not around because I'm lying on the couch
and trying to get the cats to cuddle up with me... I swear, they know something's
wrong; ordinarily, they're all over me, but today, they just eyed me suspiciously
from a safe distance.
Excuse me, my furry friends, but who cleans up after you hurl up your cat treats?
Yeah, ME!
I suppose I have to let that go, since it's not their fault they don't have opposable
thumbs... |
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| sedaris love... |
[Feb. 15th, 2006|12:34 am] |
Look what I found!
And yes, I should be in bed already, but I had to do this first. |
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| because they're showing it again... |
[Feb. 9th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
This is like some kind of sickness!
A fun one. |
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| Where Art Thou, AssOfLife? |
[Feb. 9th, 2006|02:42 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | bitchpants, tired | ] |
| [ | I'm rather... |
| | cranky | ] |
| [ | sounds like... |
| | 'Driving Sideways,' Aimee Mann | ] |
Seriously, I was looking forward to seeing him on Conan; it was going to be the high point of my crappy and much too long day. Alas, he was nowhere to be found.
AssOfLife Haiku
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Conspicuous lack.
Hey, I need the AssOfLife!
Could this day BE worse? |
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