You're good at yardwork, right, -t?
'Touched'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
I would totally take you in.
I am lonely and miserable and am wondering aloud to myself how much money I could make it I started selling off anything of value. Not the stuff in the ebay pile already, but the diamond jewelry, and the sapphires, and the porcelain figurines from Germany, and the electronics, and old books, and anything in my closet with a name brand label. Like could I make a months' worth cushion? Would a month even make a difference. I really need like 6 months don't I?
did I mention I hate everything?
In a fair world, everything would learns its lesson and treat you better. I'm sorry, msbelle.
I'm going mostly lazy with my Halloween costume this year. Aviator hat and goggles, plus clothes and a jacket I already own, equals Amelia Earhart. I'm doing a volunteer thing and handing out candy, so I needed a costume that I could wear outside for a few hours, when it's probably going to be in the 40s or 50s.
Hilariously, I just landed a side-job for a tenant at work who is about to have surgery on her ankle. Grocery shopping and picking up her mail at an hourly rate. I already lent her my second crutch so she could practice pre-surgery. It's the gimp leading the gimp.
Between the two of you, you have two good legs! Um.
Pictures, Hil!
msbelle, you are the only thing in the world that could make me entertain the notion of moving to Texas.
I hate everything. I want a new job. I want financial freedom. I want I want.
For the last few weeks, I've felt like a ball of non-specific malcontent, work wise, but today it started getting more specific.
I'm not sure that's an improvement, and I want to run away to Bora Bora.
Hey, I should totally read a long fanfic written in the 2nd person POV of someone who feels they are dealing inadequately with their mother's cancer. I don't know if I'd have noticed warnings, but it was well written enough that I'm a gibbering wreck, therefore it's pie for dinner, not chicken. It was a silly man who once said "'Cause, you know, they're, uh they're just doughnuts. They're not love." I love me some pie.
Lamb meatloaf again for dinner. My Hubby loves me.