Scrappy, I will never be as ballsy as your be-fringed friend.
At some point she also said "Nothing says Christmas like Yippie Ki Yay motherfucker!"
crying-laughing emoji!
They're doing aerial shots of Masada
I once had a dream that Satan fell in love with a girl named Masada, and her love made him compassionate, and that made G-d so angry He tried to kill them with lightning bolts but they got away by hiding inside a mountain. I don't know why I remember that dream.
Has anyone else seen this? photos of animals fished out of the deep sea
Some of those things, I can't tell where the face is. They give me the willies. The space aliens have been here all along.
I never decorate for Christmas, because we always all go to my sister's huge house and she decorates. I'm starting to feel like I want my own holiday decorations. Maybe that's a sign of the depression receding.
I went to a used bookshop once and the three books I bought had been sold to the shop by the clerk. He asked me out for coffee on the spot. (I'd have said yes but the guy I was currently seeing was with me in the shop at the time.)
There's a local used book place that I donate to - they use the profits to fund literacy programs. Periodically, I'll look at the available books when I drop off a bagful ... and I keep finding myself drawn to books that I've donated (or other copies of the same ones). Consistancy?
Maybe that's a sign of the depression receding.
I *love* little signs that your brain is going, "Hey, the fog is lifting! I have an idea!"
I am obsessed with this 'cat dancing' video: [link]
That is an exceptionally tolerant cat. Who will probably poop in its owner's shoe.
I am obsessed with this 'cat dancing' video:
"There's tuna and cream in this for me afterwards. Don't judge."
So I went to bed at 10 pm and slept until 11:30 am. (With a couple breaks to let the dog out and text my coworker about being sick.) Suspect this is a sinus infection: I'm just congested, not particularly sniffly.
Don't think I'm going to go into the office now. I should do stuff around the house, but perhaps I will lounge and finish reading The Obelisk Gate first. Maybe go to Walgreens for meds.
Speaking of tolerant cats: [link]
I turned out to be Khadijah.
Aw, that seems very sweet to me.
We have a tradition in my family that when you buy someone a book as a present you are expected to read it before you give it to them. Sometimes I don't and my mom (they are usually for her for some reason) is so surprised when I say I'll need to borrow them when she's done.
That's a great dream, Zen! You probably remember it because it's just that good.
Our Xmas gift from the Sr Director this year is a 6-piece baking set. Nice.
