Huzzah, amych! Though, kinda scary tagline, considering.
Mal ,'War Stories'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Woo! Congratulations, amych!
life changes all over the place.
I know! I feel I need to go do something, so I don't fall behind.
Tom DeLay can kiss my fucking ass.
And, er, congratulations, amych!
Dear lord -- I have this part time job/internship thing, right? But the office I'm sitting in is a big fancy office, just because it was empty. One of the teachers just came in asking me about a meeting that was scheduled for today, but the people aren't here. He was like, "Isn't that your meeting? Aren't you in charge?" I was like HELL NO! I am not in charge of anything!! Cripes.
I know! I feel I need to go do something, so I don't fall behind.
Does learning to shoot count? Because I could do that.
Does learning to shoot count?
Among job and school changes, marriages and births?
I fear not.
This is why I don't usually have goals, dammit.
Yay for Amych and Mr. Amych!
Among job and school changes, marriages and births?
I fear not.
Crap.
This is why I don't usually have goals, dammit.
Word.
Despite not having Things going on in my life, I think I have to volunteer to manage a huge project with lots of room for stress.
If only it weren't in my job desciption. I'd better leave for lunch and comics while I'm still free.
Every time I drive past the old armory during a gun show, I'm reminded I want to learn to shoot someday.
And then I forget until the next time I go by it.
My dad keeps telling me he'll take me out when I'm home, but he never has. I think it is because he doesn't want to deal with mom's glares. (She REALLY doesn't like having a weapon in the house, even though he keeps it broken down, parts stored in 2 different safes and the ammo in a lockbox elsewhere.)