I want:
- To take a trip to France and Italy.
- A platinum Cartier Love bracelet [link] (frivolous, but still!)
- More time for volunteer work
'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I want:
I want:
to buy a house
to finish my new play
to go to Mexico with J and laze on the beach
I walked in from going to the bathroom to find Owen merrily tearing the letter keys off my laptop keyboard. *headdesk* I tried to fix one myself and ended up breaking the wee plastic piece. Now I have to call Comp USA and have them fix them (I knew paying for that extended service package was a smart move).
I have to ask - did he have clothes on?
I want:
My income to match my bills
A vacation that's a vacation, not a block of time necessary for doctors appointments and car stuff
To not feel so threatened at a major revision to a fic I wrote and that I want to do
Yup, he had his clothes on, so I guess that's progress. But apparently, the store where I bought the computer is now closed--so no service center. Except in Dayton. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
(Their website doesn't show me anything at all, just a menu on the left, Trudy.)
Cash, do they have phone troubleshooting? Maybe they can just send you a new keyboard panel...
I'm online with their warranty department right now. Hold music is "Say a Little Prayer for You."
OK, an example of the wackiness that is Utah in the spring.
It was 90 degrees here yesterday. Today it's snowing in the mountains. Honest to god. 45 degrees here in the valley and real cold rain. There's a hiker stranded up in the mountains who planned on making it out yesterday before the cold front came in, and he's only got shoes, shorts, and a t-shirt.
This time next week, it'll be 90 again.
Damn, I wish I could afford to live in the Pacific Northwest rain forest.