Last week both my parents were on their honeymoons (one a month or so post-wedding, the other a month or so pre-wedding). Yah.
Lately I've been having ridiculous junior-high fantasies. They are not limited to having my room cleaned and body/brain perfected in the snap of the fingers and stopping time for everyone else and just hanging out and relaxing and catching up and not doing all this shit I have to do everyday or the world falls down. I am a big ball of stress. I am a tight clump of highly compacted matter about to big bang. God damn. Holy fuck and a myriad of other curses and hexes.
Also, I want to visit my puppies. They're the snuggliest, cutest, best puppies ever (even if they stopped being "puppies" a decade ago).
I had my co-op interview last Friday...yep. Stressful, fun, learning experience. I almost cried right before I went in (I was late)...but I got to see how they make craftsman wrenches, which was most awesome.
varnea has left my town/college/service organization. It's sad times, but she really seems like she's going to be happier with her new path. So a big fat "yah!" for that (note: that is not sarcasm).
Once
peggy_the_angel reads it, I will have my hot little hands on the
Zombie Survival Guide. One less conquest for my
Amazon wishlist.