Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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They don't count toward their report card grades
Good. (I hate standardized tests with a purple passion.)
ChiKat's obviously not drinking the good stuff, otherwise it wouldn't have been her thigh she fondled.
Good point. Need to change what I drink before bed. Still, it was a pretty nice dream because of...
There was still hair pulling and kissing! With Chrichton!
this. Oh, my yes.
Oh yes, first day ma to MM.
I kill someone! renters insurance inspection guy stops by and? and? THE FUCKING OUTSIDE FRONT DOOR IS UNLOCKED.
I hate everything. Now, if something happens, they'll probably not pay our claims, because of bad security or some shit.
I have new glasses, I have new glasses. Smaller than the old ones, lighter than the old ones--yay, technology!--no haze of scratches, no color-shifting treatment for outdoor use that tints everything. White is white again, not beige. The smaller lenses are going to take some getting used to, because the curve of my heavy prescriptions makes the clearest vision area a lot smaller.
But, god, the sharpness, the brightness, the no more tilting my head to see past the scratches. Yay!
Plus I have prescription sunglasses, which to me seem like the height of decadence and indulgence. Go ahead and laugh, it's the way I was raised.
Plus I have prescription sunglasses, which to me seem like the height of decadence and indulgence. Go ahead and laugh, it's the way I was raised.
I don't know how Tom would function without his prescription sunglasses- he simply wouldn't be able to see while driving, one way or the other.
Now, if something happens, they'll probably not pay our claims, because of bad security or some shit.
I don't think they can let your apartment pass inspection and then refuse to pay a claim because of something they found in the inspection.
I don't know if we passed inspection. I don't know. I just can't handle anything today, even something as mundane as this. I wanna go back to bed and let my turkey-black bean chili burn.
But, god, the sharpness, the brightness, the no more tilting my head to see past the scratches. Yay!
Yay for the new glasses, connie!
And this just made me think of something that has been going 'round my head a bit lately -- about what a blurry, smelly place most of human history was. With bad eyesight, no way to correct it, and no place other than the nearest smelly pit to put your waste and garbage.
No, I don't know why I've been thinking about this, other than that I am glad that I am alive today, and there is no previous time in history I would rather have been alive. I don't believe there has ever been any kind of Golden Age in our past, and I think that people who do long for some past Golden Age are viewing history through some awfully rosy colored glasses.
and no place other than the nearest smelly pit to put your waste and garbage.
A lot of smells one can get used to.
But I totally agree with your point.
I am glad that I am alive today, and there is no previous time in history I would rather have been alive.
Likewise. Actually, if I'd been born before the 1940s, or whenever penecillin was invented, I probably wouldn't be alive at 37, or even at 7. I had some life-threatening illnesses as a toddler. Thanks to modern medicine I came through them with just a deaf left ear.