ION, WHY am I up at 8:30 on a Saturday?
I asked my self the same question. I am giving myself until noon to be a self-indulgent slug. Then, back to work on the house.
I am not...I am not the damsel in distress. I am not some case. I have to work this. I've lived in a cave for 5 years in a world where they killed my kind like cattle. I am not going to be cut down by some monster flu. I am better than that. What a wonder...how very scared I am.
Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Anne W. - Feb 12, 2005 3:49:04 am PST #6706 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Theodosia - Feb 12, 2005 4:10:45 am PST #6707 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I rise with the sun. Generally, I don't have a choice. Especially with the cats around for sunrise backup duty.
Lyra Jane - Feb 12, 2005 4:16:19 am PST #6708 of 10002
Up with the sun
Reasons to proofread your tattoo.
(Though in her journal, she says the typo is on purpose, and OMIGOD why are people so MEEEEEN. So maybe the link should really say, "reasons dumb people shouldn't get tattoos.")
Theodosia - Feb 12, 2005 4:26:39 am PST #6709 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Not only is it spelled wrong, it's a fug-ugly tattoo, and it seems to be on an unattractive part of the body.
Those who are paying attention may notice I've not left the house. I'm going to correct this now, really.
Steph L. - Feb 12, 2005 4:26:41 am PST #6710 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Why would anyone get a deliberately misspelled tattoo? "Wrod" makes me giggle when I type it, but I wouldn't want it on my ASS forever.
I'm up so early (hell yes, it's early for me on a Saturday) because I have to go to a friend's grandmother's funeral. I only vaguely remember the grandmother, though I did meet her at some point or another. I'm really just going to be all supportive of my friend, but -- damn, baby. A Saturday morning?
I just finished my cereal, and I need to get a move on.
Laura - Feb 12, 2005 4:39:56 am PST #6711 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Yuck, I didn't need to see that tattoo before breakfast.
JCPenney is using a cover of "99 Red Balloons" in a Valentine's Day commercial.
Not only did they use the song but they elevatorized it shamefully. I was not pleased.
Woo Hoo and
Happiest Birthdays to Kristin and Maria!
Welcome to the world Abraham! Congrats to the Hayden parental units.
Lilty Cash - Feb 12, 2005 5:05:45 am PST #6712 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Timelies!
I wish I had a fancy and yummy breakfast food right now like pancakes or waffles or bacon or something. But there is just coffee, and if I want anything else, it's cereal.
Also, while she's adorable, Cat is driving me batshit. She won't not be on me, and she won't stop picking me or the couch. I need to find a way to curb the kneading thing.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 12, 2005 5:08:47 am PST #6713 of 10002
What is even happening?
Lyra, that's just too much. Oh, dear.
Jesse - Feb 12, 2005 5:12:28 am PST #6714 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Welcome, Abraham! Congrats, haydens!!
Happy birthday, Maria and Kristin!
I have nice homemade biscuits and coffee for breakfast. Yum.
Kathy A - Feb 12, 2005 5:26:44 am PST #6715 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Congratulations to the Haydens! Happy Birthday to Maria and Kristin!
I must do my dishes, clean my apartment, and do all five loads of laundry today, as well as finally get around to installing my new bedroom blinds for which I bought the cordless screwdriver weeks ago, and all while just wanting to curl up with a heating pad on my lower back and stomach. I hate my body every five weeks or so. Well, actually, I hate my body pretty much all the time, but right how it's really achy. Bleargh.
Timelies!