That's a darn shame, connie.
'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
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So grateful for Ginger to claim the Fogier Crown from me.
Rio, you totally need to watch Pete & Pete. Little Pete is a satisfying anarchist and Big Pete is the cutest red headed teenaged boy ever. Plus fun stories about lovelorn school bus drivers and chain smoking crossing guards and villains named Endless Mike and Pitstain.
Oh, and Nora? Your relatives are bugging the shit out of me with that passive aggessive guilt mongering sighing.
Oh, and Nora? Your relatives are bugging the shit out of me with that passive aggessive guilt mongering sighing.
That makes 3 of us... I have to stop reporting instances to Tom, because his frustration is SO not worth the shared kvetch.
So grateful for Ginger to claim the Fogier Crown from me.
Me too, in the "see- other people are doing it with so much effing style, it can't be too bad" sense. Turning 40 is going to be weird. OTOH, I just scored Avenue Q tickets in Vegas for a couple of days before the day, and then got told I could have the time off.
Ooh, canoeing, fun! Glad the incomplete is done, and your school (UMKC?) is really not impressing me with its competence. That's an impressive string of fucking things up.
Word. But it's not all bad; I got the A, and I now have a 3.7 cum GPA for my 2nd MA.
Unless your relatives are in wheelchairs, they need to stop bitching. That's ridiculous, really. You go up stairs, you relieve yourself -- the end. It's not like to have to walk up 18 flights to pee. We are so damned spoiled.
I'll be staggering out of a tent to piss in the woods at 2 a.m. all weekend, and I won't complain unless a snake bites me in the ass. I think everyone should camp once a year; I always come back very appreciative of stoves and coffeemakers and hot showers and tile.
Very cool, Perkins, that sounds like some excellent celebrating.
My mom can't visit me in my 3rd floor apartment because she can't handle stairs at all. Actually, she can barely get around with a walker at the moment. So I go there. Since I usually end up changing their house's air filters, planting and weeding their gardens, replacing shower heads, etc., my folks have wisely decided to let it go. Especially when I said something along the lines of, "When I get a ground floor house y'all can come over and help me put in my garden! Won't that be fun?" Dad's probably hoping my knees hold out.
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I think everyone should camp once a year; I always come back very appreciative of stoves and coffeemakers and hot showers and tile.
If I promise to be appreciative anyway, can I opt out? I did the camping thing as a kid, and now unless there's going to be a Lex-clone in leather pants feeding me fresh mai-tais on an hourly basis I don't plan to be going anywhere without plumbing.