It's culling season.
I know, I know. But it's so difficult!
Jenny ,'Bring On The Night'
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It's culling season.
I know, I know. But it's so difficult!
I'm not going to be wearing any of those foofy Victorian/Edwardianable things in the next couple of years,
It's almost like you think lace and young children aren't mixy things.
Weird.
Was this Crush #1?
Yup. So it goes.
At least I get to dance and drink sangria soon. Mmm. Sangria.
Poor Crush #1. Her loss.
Mmmm. Sangria. I don't have a drop of red wine in the house, never mind a nice bowl of sangria. WANT. Will make sangria this weekend. Possibly.
Also, there should be Drunk-proofing for IM. Nothing beats checking your chat logs the next day for "OMG, I can't believe I said that!" ::facepalm::
Virgin Mobile (Australian, only) does this for cell phone calls.
Virgin Mobile (Australian, only) does this for cell phone calls.Want. Not that I am in the habit of doing this but it only takes once.
There was a bad accident a few hours ago and the freeway home and the alternate are so massively frelled that I am just sitting here hitting the refresh button on the traffic page. Where are you my friendly green dots? Why have you forsaken me and sent red in your place?
Gris, if it'll make you feel better I did that completely sober. I had nothing to blame but me, and that stupid voice that said "Hey, I (almost( died twice!"
Gris, I'm sorry you got rejected. At least you can stop torturing yourself, I guess. (Bandaid theory.)
My brother didn't bother to call or send a card for my dad's birthday. he also missed mom's birthday and father's day last month. (He flunked out of school this semester. My parents freaked out, so I understand why he's laying a little low, but this is getting excessive.) I'm roughly equal measures of annoyed with him and concerned something is actually wrong.
OK, y'all have corrupted me. I just spent $50 at Sephora--mostly on Photo Finish in the green color (me being one of those pink people)
The only thing in the envelope was a slip of paper with an odd resemblence to a raffle ticket, telling me that both of them had made pre-arrangements for cremation with the Neptune Society
OK, I first read this as they'd made arrangements for YOU to be cremated. Which is way more creepy.
Oh! I lovee the "wary squeak" picture of CuteHeadBabyGirl.
You Lefty-Catholic Californian, you. *MWAH*
I second that emotion! Especially after the breakfast I went to this morning, with a few queer alums and the VP of Student Affairs and the VP of Public Affairs, talking about how we can make my old university a better place for queers (students, faculty, alums), and thereby encourage us to give them lots of our money. I was invited on Wednesday, when they finally figured out how to get ahold of me--they wanted a token girl to be there. :)
Drunken people should not be allowed access to email.
Heh. Yessssss. We all learn this eventually. Or sometimes know it and still don't manage to learn this.
Huh. I got a response. For some reason, I didn't even consider that reactio
Dude, that's what increases the pain of drunk emailing, waiting for the response...
Yep. It's the only thing that will remove my mascara and eyeliner o' dooooooom!
::tries to imagine Jilli without mascara and eyeliner. Fails.::
I'm going to have all my swing coats mended and cleaned, and just go for a classic 50s retro look
meep
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