If it's any comfort, flea, I LOLed. A+ joke.

Why is it that when one is trying to organize something, it's only after you've finished everything and put all of the components away that you discover yet another stash of the something?

Flea, do you read Russian or what? (I'm totally with that other person who said he looks like a rich widow whose husbands died of "natural causes" lol!)

flea, ILU.

I ordered this as a birthday present for my daughter (in August, she's going to turn 20!). It's a little out there, but it fits an art motif in her room.

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No, I don't even know the Cyrillic alphabet, but there's a big Russian-language fandom, and as soon as the pictures went up online people started talking about it. The shirt is from a big streetwear brand called Vetements, and the photos were from a formal appearance (at the Empire State Building!) so I assume a stylist cleared the shirt. I hope, anyway.

My sister lives in the house I grew up in.

Heh, it's also revenge for all the people who get random-Asian-language tattoos that don't mean what they think they do.

(in August, she's going to turn 20!)

Unpossible!

Aha, I only had actual name! That is a quality joke. Bonus points for a Russian translation I will not ask my dad to verify.

Cool gift, Gud! Also, that was a lot of words you said up there about something you did. Well done, presumably.

Last time I was in Nashville, I drove by my old house. They cut down the two big trees in the front (one was an evil pear tree, and one was a peach tree past its fertile time, and they attracted wasps so I don't really blame them, but plant something else!) and there's lots of cutesy Americana lawn ornaments. I didn't stop to meet them.

The house where I was born and the house I lived in growing up are both still there, pretty much the same. The farm - the land - has changed; in some ways that make me sad, but I don't live anywhere near there anymore, so I don't have to see it, and it can live on unchanged in my head. Excuse me, I'm going down to the spring and play with the bullfrog.

That not-hobbit house is awesome and I want it. Speaking of hobbit houses, a friend of mine is an architect and he's been idly playing with (if we say "working on" I have to pay him) my ideas about building actual underground hobbit houses. I want to build several living quarters connected by underground tunnels to a common kitchen/dining/hang-out area, so we can get to that and to each other's "houses" without having to go outside in the horrible heat/cold/snow. If I ever have money I'm doing it.

I leave dirty dishes in the sink, two feet from the dishwasher, all the time, and I annoy myself.

That Russian shirt is hilarious.

I am at work, and I STILL have almost nothing to do.