I AM MULTILINGUAL.

also? apparantly opposed to doing actual work today. Although I seriously MUST write 3 notes and about 5 letters. MUST.

COCOA!! WROD, I have some o' that. What I really need is to get soem lime chips so I can gorge on queso all weekend.

of course Matt! tag-away.

Oh, speaking of food, have I mentioned my latest quiche innovation? Salsa mixed in with the eggs. So effing good.

The 'L' trains in Chicago are not immune to snow.

I always thought it was El, short for Elevated.

Considering I am in a long-running argument with my landlord about what his legal responsibilities are in the shoveling department, I am looking forward to hiring them and sending along the bill. (N.b. His responsibility, as landlord, is to shovel or have someone do it. It's snowed 6 times since November and to our knowledge he has not moved a single flake. Because "he's very busy" and lives inconveniently far away.)

I think every single lease I've signed has had a clause in it about who is responsible for snow removal.

We've gotten about 1.5-2 feet of snow this week, and what y'all get on Saturday is forecast for us on Sunday. Is it too late to move to California?

I always thought it was El, short for Elevated.

Yeah. But I think it's moreoften 'L,' short for El....

eta:

Q: Is it spelled "L" or "el"? >[link]

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Someone did something shit stupid just now and I'm really really really trying not to yell at them and go all control freaky.

I think every single lease I've signed has had a clause in it about who is responsible for snow removal.

I've always thought that if the lease did not spell this out, the landlord was responsible.

Then again, I usually don't read my leases too closely. But in any event, I've never had to shovel snow myself, except for the time my landlord was also a friend I lived with, and he was out of town....

I love when msbelle is all happy and timewasty!

And after yesterday's ear-wax conversation, I'm suddenly obsessed with the contents of my ear canal. I'm a freak.

Me too! Now I want to go to the doc and have them clean out my ears.

I have to work tonight and all day tomorrow, and I'm supposed to have new writing for the writing group. And yet. I don't. Perhaps I should just recycle old writing?

Also, I should look at the calendar, rearrange the books in my bag.

I should also go early to fix my parking pass stich, though I hate going to UCLA early.

Also, I should finish my Maui reservations and make sure Lori is on top of car reservations.

All of the things I should do, and yet, I'll probably do none of them.

And after yesterday's ear-wax conversation, I'm suddenly obsessed with the contents of my ear canal. I'm a freak.

Me too! Now I want to go to the doc and have them clean out my ears.

I'm looking at Web sites about ear wax removal. Gross, and yet so intriguing. (But I would NOT, for the record, stick anything ON FIRE in my ear.)