A Baker's Dozen of Random
1. Happy Friday the 13th! Be sure to stay away from anywhere called 'Crystal Lake' today, okay everyone?
2. I've discovered a new fanfic pet peeve - a writer who can write the steamiest, most explicit sex scenes, yet who seems totally incapable of using the words 'fuck' or 'shit' in a story. Seems like a rather large oxymoron to me.
3. It's Friday the 13th.
4. I seem to have a rather large crush on a tasty bit of jailbait. Unfortunately, the jailbait is likewise attracted to me. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this??? Especially when one of my ironclad dating rules is to never date anyone old enough to date my sister (who is eight years older than me) or anyone young enough to date my niece (who is ten years younger than me). I am 27. Jailbait is 17. Not even 'almost-18', but 'just-turned-17'. Anyone know the laws on statutory in Texas? Anyone? Bueller?
5. Though I normally ignore the sweepstakes letters that sometimes show up in the mail, I got one yesterday that I'm actually following up on - it came from a local used-car dealer and had a key taped to the flyer. I like keys - I keep random keys as talismans of good luck (I still have in my possession the key to the front door of the house where we lived when I was eight - shortly after we moved, the owner tore the house down. When I found out that he'd bulldozed a 114 year-old farmhouse, just to clear the three acres it stood on for more corn, I mourned for a whole year). Maybe my love of keys is why I'm following up on a one-in-a-million shot at the grand prize (a 2009 Buick Enclave and a 2009 GMC Sierra - neither vehicle is one I'd willingly drive; I'm a Ford or Chevy girl and always will be). However, I could do with the first runner up prize of $50K, the fourth place prize of $1000, or the fifth tier prize of $500. I don't need the second place award of a 2009 Honda ATV (that's a four-wheeler for those of you who don't know already). And in researching how to get my crate-motorcycle licensed, I've found that in order to get a new vehicle titled in Texas, I have to pay some sort of tax that's based off the Kelly Blue Book value of said vehicle - if I won the grand prize, I'd have to decline, 'cause I can't afford the fucking paperwork. Sigh. Why'd I think this'd be a good idea again? Oh, yeah. Chance at cash. Maybe even enough cash to make my bike legal. That'd be nice.
6. Maybe my randomness is directly related to the fact that it's Friday the 13th. Think so? Sounds as credible as any other reason I can come up with.
7. I hate owing people, but I owe one of the ladies I go to church with big time. Since moving to El Paso, I've lost almost fifty pounds - and though I'm really liking the fact that I have a discernible waist and the beginnings of a really classic hourglass figure, absolutely none of my clothing fits any more. The lady I go to church with (her name's Tina) helped me out with a bunch of stuff that fit better than my old crap (though it's still a shade too big - I was a 22/24 and the replacement stuff is 18/20 when what I should be in are 16/18s). And again last week, I mentioned being broke and sick of having to come up with new ways to fix rice (because I am never out of rice or flour - I have a Sam's Club card solely so I always have a source of 25 pound bags of each) and she gave me a bunch of groceries to see me and Mom through to Mom's payday next week. Her husband is currently...elsewhere - he's in the military, and though I know he's not been deployed, he's also not at home and won't be until next month - and I offered to help out with her kids (she's got three at home, the oldest is somewhere between 10 and 12 and the youngest is around two, if I remember correctly) or anything else she needed, but it just doesn't seem like enough, ya know? I hate being in people's debts. (Huh, maybe if that sweepstakes thing lands me with those cars, I can shift them over to her - I know they need a reliable vehicle.)
8. I'm sick of being broke all the freakin' time and am so looking forward to starting work on the 30th. However, the company who hired me still hasn't gotten back to me to tell me where and when to report for my first day - I was recruited online and hired over the phone. The company is an outsourcing customer service center, and as a result of that, I've no clue what its local branch's name might be and so can't Google the fucker. Sigh squared.
9. Damn, but I'm wordy today.
10. The Last Resort by The Eagles. Listen to it. Learn it. Love it. It's a deceptively beautiful and somewhat melancholic song that I've known all the words to for years and years and years, but one of those that I'd never really sat down and listened to until recently.
11. I'm seriously considering joining the choir at the UU, even though I'm really not that great of a singer. I accidentally let it slip at the Samhain party that I'd had voice lessons (which I took to please my dad) and now the music director keeps finding excuses to corner me, even though I've told him that I never succeeded in learning how to read music and how I think I sound better singing lower registers (even though I can hit soprano if I have to).
12. I've been mainlining NCIS lately. How come I never seem to get on-board a show (or even really hear of it) until it's been circulating for years? I'm kicking around an idea for an NCIS/Supernatural/Harry Potter fanfic, though. I don't know yet when or even if I'll ever write it, but I have to admit that the thought of having Dean and Harry and Tony DiNozzo all in the same room is enough to make certain parts of my anatomy all gooey.
13. Happy Friday the 13th!
2. I've discovered a new fanfic pet peeve - a writer who can write the steamiest, most explicit sex scenes, yet who seems totally incapable of using the words 'fuck' or 'shit' in a story. Seems like a rather large oxymoron to me.
3. It's Friday the 13th.
4. I seem to have a rather large crush on a tasty bit of jailbait. Unfortunately, the jailbait is likewise attracted to me. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this??? Especially when one of my ironclad dating rules is to never date anyone old enough to date my sister (who is eight years older than me) or anyone young enough to date my niece (who is ten years younger than me). I am 27. Jailbait is 17. Not even 'almost-18', but 'just-turned-17'. Anyone know the laws on statutory in Texas? Anyone? Bueller?
5. Though I normally ignore the sweepstakes letters that sometimes show up in the mail, I got one yesterday that I'm actually following up on - it came from a local used-car dealer and had a key taped to the flyer. I like keys - I keep random keys as talismans of good luck (I still have in my possession the key to the front door of the house where we lived when I was eight - shortly after we moved, the owner tore the house down. When I found out that he'd bulldozed a 114 year-old farmhouse, just to clear the three acres it stood on for more corn, I mourned for a whole year). Maybe my love of keys is why I'm following up on a one-in-a-million shot at the grand prize (a 2009 Buick Enclave and a 2009 GMC Sierra - neither vehicle is one I'd willingly drive; I'm a Ford or Chevy girl and always will be). However, I could do with the first runner up prize of $50K, the fourth place prize of $1000, or the fifth tier prize of $500. I don't need the second place award of a 2009 Honda ATV (that's a four-wheeler for those of you who don't know already). And in researching how to get my crate-motorcycle licensed, I've found that in order to get a new vehicle titled in Texas, I have to pay some sort of tax that's based off the Kelly Blue Book value of said vehicle - if I won the grand prize, I'd have to decline, 'cause I can't afford the fucking paperwork. Sigh. Why'd I think this'd be a good idea again? Oh, yeah. Chance at cash. Maybe even enough cash to make my bike legal. That'd be nice.
6. Maybe my randomness is directly related to the fact that it's Friday the 13th. Think so? Sounds as credible as any other reason I can come up with.
7. I hate owing people, but I owe one of the ladies I go to church with big time. Since moving to El Paso, I've lost almost fifty pounds - and though I'm really liking the fact that I have a discernible waist and the beginnings of a really classic hourglass figure, absolutely none of my clothing fits any more. The lady I go to church with (her name's Tina) helped me out with a bunch of stuff that fit better than my old crap (though it's still a shade too big - I was a 22/24 and the replacement stuff is 18/20 when what I should be in are 16/18s). And again last week, I mentioned being broke and sick of having to come up with new ways to fix rice (because I am never out of rice or flour - I have a Sam's Club card solely so I always have a source of 25 pound bags of each) and she gave me a bunch of groceries to see me and Mom through to Mom's payday next week. Her husband is currently...elsewhere - he's in the military, and though I know he's not been deployed, he's also not at home and won't be until next month - and I offered to help out with her kids (she's got three at home, the oldest is somewhere between 10 and 12 and the youngest is around two, if I remember correctly) or anything else she needed, but it just doesn't seem like enough, ya know? I hate being in people's debts. (Huh, maybe if that sweepstakes thing lands me with those cars, I can shift them over to her - I know they need a reliable vehicle.)
8. I'm sick of being broke all the freakin' time and am so looking forward to starting work on the 30th. However, the company who hired me still hasn't gotten back to me to tell me where and when to report for my first day - I was recruited online and hired over the phone. The company is an outsourcing customer service center, and as a result of that, I've no clue what its local branch's name might be and so can't Google the fucker. Sigh squared.
9. Damn, but I'm wordy today.
10. The Last Resort by The Eagles. Listen to it. Learn it. Love it. It's a deceptively beautiful and somewhat melancholic song that I've known all the words to for years and years and years, but one of those that I'd never really sat down and listened to until recently.
11. I'm seriously considering joining the choir at the UU, even though I'm really not that great of a singer. I accidentally let it slip at the Samhain party that I'd had voice lessons (which I took to please my dad) and now the music director keeps finding excuses to corner me, even though I've told him that I never succeeded in learning how to read music and how I think I sound better singing lower registers (even though I can hit soprano if I have to).
12. I've been mainlining NCIS lately. How come I never seem to get on-board a show (or even really hear of it) until it's been circulating for years? I'm kicking around an idea for an NCIS/Supernatural/Harry Potter fanfic, though. I don't know yet when or even if I'll ever write it, but I have to admit that the thought of having Dean and Harry and Tony DiNozzo all in the same room is enough to make certain parts of my anatomy all gooey.
13. Happy Friday the 13th!