Ok, I'm going to go get ready for work early. I have to stop by the auto salvage place that I went to yesterday to get Daniel an alternator, because they called me a little while ago to tell me they found my cell phone. Also, I may swing by the grocery store that has Kraft Mac&Cheese on sale for $0.79/box.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Also I meant to smite sj's neighbors with alien abduction. The aliens shall implant their heads with radio receivers that only they can hear, and play ABBA for them, constantly for the rest of their puny mortal lives.
Also I meant to smite sj's neighbors with alien abduction. The aliens shall implant their heads with radio receivers that only they can hear, and play ABBA for them, constantly for the rest of their puny mortal lives.
Ha! And now I want mac & cheese, but there is none in the apartment.
We had it yesterday. Also, I had a dream about Joan and Roger Sterling...I don't even watch their show anymore! But the dream was pretty hot...I think they were about to ask me to join them, but I woke up first.
shower and dayquil has helped. a little. Breathing a bit better, but feeling pressure in sinuses under the eyes. And now there is a chance I have to work late because of a last minute rental of one of the theaters. :: sigh ::
It's raining here. Good day to go through stuff for the garage sale -- I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow.
It looks like stepmonster does have some slow-motion form of leukemia. They are making it easy for me right now with the profound Denial and what-have-you...if they stay committed to acting like nothing is wrong, then I'm not heartless for not(some mysterious thing they are not going to even tell me they want until the moment is passed for me to do it) And I'm not even Gujurati...too bad the wrong things end up universal, right?
argh there's a stinky child in the library who keeps standing behind me.
I have more boxes. The guys at the liquor store don't even bother with going to look for boxes for me anymore -- they see me come in, and they just wave to me to go into the back and take whatever I need.
One of my relatives donated some money to Project Home Again in honor of my graduation. I'm trying to figure out what Project Home Again is -- it seems like there are several things with that name. One helps people who had to leave New Orleans after Katrina come back; one puts signs with info about missing children onto trucks, so that the pictures will be seen wherever the trucks go; one coordinates donating used household goods to people in need; and a bunch of others. My best guess is that it's the last one, [link] .
I like that idea for a graduation gift. On the other hand, cash is good too.