Happy Birthday, Sheryl!!!
'Beneath You'
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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.
Oh, also -- do they have Zipcar or similar where you are? That could be a good weekend alternative for you, so you aren't spending half the day waiting for the bus! My dad got rid of his car, and is loving the Zipcar. He can walk or take the subway most places, but sometimes you do need to drive.
I have signed up for it, but here you can only get the Zipcars at the University. However, taking a bus to the University is easy peasy, and I have a monthly bus pass(because otherwise it would be, like, $10.00 per day since I take 2 busses to get to work, one to the theatre, and two back home) so it won't cost me anything more. I haven't got my card yet, and I really need groceries. There are no grocery sotres on my route (or on any close bus route, frankly) which sucks. Well, there is one, but it is in the neighborhood where shootings occur, and while I don't mind the store, I think I would mind waiting for the bus there, at night, after work!
I am, theoretically, environmentally pro-public transportation, although when I had a car I was just too lazy to use it!
Speaking of enviro things - I just got a new phone and the box came with a postage paid envelope to send the old one (any old ones) to their recycling center. Neat.
Maybe you could ask for the occasional weekend grocery-run favor from the would-be-car-giver as a guilt-reducing move? You could give her gas money and then you'd both be ahead!
Speaking of enviro things - I just got a new phone and the box came with a postage paid envelope to send the old one (any old ones) to their recycling center. Neat.
Yeah. I really liked that about my new phone too. That's Virgin Prepaid trying to be all hip. Kids these days, with their saving the planet....
I love Dave Chappelle with a deep and abiding love, and my jealousy of those 150 people is pretty boundless.
It took me a while to remember what's going on. I came home at lunch time because I felt a cold trying to kill me, and I slipped my sleep mask on and went beddy bye. Waking up was a stressful and disoriented experience.
I think I shall have to go back to sleep again, but perhaps a jaunt to get something full of vitamin C at the very least is in order.
I hate those kind of wakeups.
Today is the seventh anniversary of my friend's stepson coming to live with them. It's been rocky at times, but he's a likeable (and normal sometimes annoying!) teenager who dotes on his little sister, calls my friend "Mom" and now can actually articulate his feelings about his biomom's abandonment and manipulation without spiralling down. I'm so proud of them and him. And happy. Just really happy. He was such a broken little boy when they finally managed to get custody.
Buffista diversity: some of us want a cabana boy; others, pneumatic tubes.
Do I have to choose?
Seriously, I mean, someone has to open the tubes for me.
Happy Birthday Sheryl.
Happy Birthday Sheryl!
A big jug of the expensive OJ, I think, and lemons for a toddy. That'll cure what ails me. Or at least make me feel good.
Hmm. Now earwormed with James Brown, which is better than that one verse from Cat's Cradle that was driving me round the bend.
Happy birthday, Sheryl.