'Out Of Gas'
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.
Bathroom cleaning is oddly satisfying.
My holiday gift to myself, among a bunch of around the house touch-ups, was a brand spankin' new toilet seat. Now THAT's satisfying.
After 8 years in this apartment, it was simply time. One of my clients was so excited for me, I'm guessing it was past time!
So. As of tomorrow I will have one week left in this place.
I still have not been given the go-ahead to actually, you know, tell anyone this. (It's so weird - they keep things a big secret in an effort to...well, I'm really not clear on that part.) So there's a few people who know, a lot more who don't (and it's really starting to get awkward) and at least one person who probably thinks I'm about to get fired since she saw a resume come in for my job which Minion just about snatched from her hands and told her not to talk to anyone about.
Minion is working on his story in case it never comes up. He's debating between "taken by the KGB" and "sent to Guantanamo". I told him to tell them all that I've been Raptured.
So that's what happens when you hit post, then panic and hit the browser stop button. Interesting.
Sad about Clementine. Enough that it makes me cry.
I have a VERY exciting evening planned. I will reveal more details later, and you will all wish you were me, I tell you what.
I already wish I were you. I'd be way prettier and a much better roller skater.
Minion is working on his story in case it never comes up. He's debating between "taken by the KGB" and "sent to Guantanamo". I told him to tell them all that I've been Raptured.
I'm worried about your minion! What will he do without you?
My holiday gift to myself, among a bunch of around the house touch-ups, was a brand spankin' new toilet seat.
Is it heated?
Sad about Clementine. Enough that it makes me cry.
I bet your twins both grow up to be big Pynchon fans now.
Perhaps. Or not. But I know they'll know the Clementine song.
Perhaps. Or not. But I know they'll know the Clementine song.
As long as they don't get scurvy because they rebel against all things citrus.
Don't let them get scurvy, Kat!
I'm very glad I have a large bag of clementines at home, or I'd be getting ready to kill you people.