oh my holy jeebus
My Space Jesus is a dear, sweet man, but sometimes I wonder where in the hell his mind is going. I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say about a crazy book idea that he pitched to get my mind off of things, or how serious he is about actually writing it, but I'm certain if he writes it and it gets published, a group of angry Christians will pull a fatwa on him. (Something else for them to joyously gank from the Arab world and claim it as our own, along with spices, the city of Jerusalem, and our numbering system. Sigh.) He's making me want to hit myself in the head a lot.
I'm gearing up for X-mas and being extremely poor throughout the holiday season. My credit card payments will be late, and I'll be left with pretty much nothing for much of January. Turns out wanting to do something nice for Mom and her doggies costs a pretty penny. To bathe and groom two cairn terriers professionally costs $84 at PetSmart. I probably could have done it more locally in Asheboro, but a girl I knew in grade school works at one of those places. This is the same girl who mocked everything I said, choked me in the bathroom without even getting sent to the principal's office (yes, I ratted her out), and got together with a handful of other kids and tried to convince me to join their coven and said they'd kill me if I told anyone about it. I hadn't seen The Craft at the time, so I was oblivious. So yeah. Fuck that bitch, I'm not giving her any of my hard-earned money.
I'm in the process of proofreading one of Davey's books before he sends it off. I'm impressed so far (no, not just because he's my boyfriend, wankers :-p), but I'm also frustrated because I'm not taking in the book as fast as I normally do. I read fast, but checking for errors takes a lot more time. It's a pain in the ass, but I'm happy to do it. Makes me feel like I'm part of something.
With Kat at the helm of a crazy scheme, I'm announcing right now that we're trying to get a group of girls together for a summertime adventure--to Vegas! Starting with my next one, I'm going to start squirreling away 15% of every paycheck into savings. Granted, it won't be very much, but I'm certain if I keep looking, I'll find a much more worthwhile job that pays better.
I'm feeling more confident about school and about my writing. I just finished Chapter Four of Fishboy. If I weren't on Davey's computer, I could go ahead and send Margaret what I've got so far. It's not yaoi (sorry), but it's full of magic and merpeople and things that go boom and it's just fun. ^_^
As a sidenote, I keep meeting or hearing about people from high school who are married or have children, and now that I'm much less gung-ho about being mated-for-life, I find myself idly wondering if I missed a meeting. I also find myself wondering if there's Kool-Aid at that meeting.
As another sidenote, I am so bogged down by Christmas music, I can no longer hear "Carol of the Bells" without hearing Peter Griffin singing, "Ding! Fries are done! Ding! Fries are done!"
I'm gearing up for X-mas and being extremely poor throughout the holiday season. My credit card payments will be late, and I'll be left with pretty much nothing for much of January. Turns out wanting to do something nice for Mom and her doggies costs a pretty penny. To bathe and groom two cairn terriers professionally costs $84 at PetSmart. I probably could have done it more locally in Asheboro, but a girl I knew in grade school works at one of those places. This is the same girl who mocked everything I said, choked me in the bathroom without even getting sent to the principal's office (yes, I ratted her out), and got together with a handful of other kids and tried to convince me to join their coven and said they'd kill me if I told anyone about it. I hadn't seen The Craft at the time, so I was oblivious. So yeah. Fuck that bitch, I'm not giving her any of my hard-earned money.
I'm in the process of proofreading one of Davey's books before he sends it off. I'm impressed so far (no, not just because he's my boyfriend, wankers :-p), but I'm also frustrated because I'm not taking in the book as fast as I normally do. I read fast, but checking for errors takes a lot more time. It's a pain in the ass, but I'm happy to do it. Makes me feel like I'm part of something.
With Kat at the helm of a crazy scheme, I'm announcing right now that we're trying to get a group of girls together for a summertime adventure--to Vegas! Starting with my next one, I'm going to start squirreling away 15% of every paycheck into savings. Granted, it won't be very much, but I'm certain if I keep looking, I'll find a much more worthwhile job that pays better.
I'm feeling more confident about school and about my writing. I just finished Chapter Four of Fishboy. If I weren't on Davey's computer, I could go ahead and send Margaret what I've got so far. It's not yaoi (sorry), but it's full of magic and merpeople and things that go boom and it's just fun. ^_^
As a sidenote, I keep meeting or hearing about people from high school who are married or have children, and now that I'm much less gung-ho about being mated-for-life, I find myself idly wondering if I missed a meeting. I also find myself wondering if there's Kool-Aid at that meeting.
As another sidenote, I am so bogged down by Christmas music, I can no longer hear "Carol of the Bells" without hearing Peter Griffin singing, "Ding! Fries are done! Ding! Fries are done!"