Right then. I felt like updating I guess. None of you guys ever do anymore except for Sache really. And she talks about lawyers for petes sake
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I would think they might be if I did them in the manner in which my inner Greek bitch fully intends to: 1 AM, noisy roommates? Go out into the living room with an aluminum baseball bat, break the glass dining room table with it and promise that skulls will follow suit if I hear another bloody word about ex-boyfriends. In reality, I put the wireless headphones on, a pillow over that and let out a ream of cursewords, then later post threats on my LJ which I would suppose they don't read. I then edit them so as to take out any reference to mounting an insanity defense in case I do lose it.
; ; please no... anything but legal talk. Seriously though, I still can't believe that ninny is trying to sue you after she is the one at fault. I hope you win, and damages too!
I'm sorry I haven't been online much. *HUGS* I hope you feel better soon. And I've never fantasized about my wedding wither. Perfect flat, yes, wedding, no.
*laughs* I've said flat since the year in Ireland. It seems cooler, somehow, than apartment. My perfect flat has a big bay window and a wood canopy bed and bright colors. I live there alone, with a high-speed internet connection, a great kitchen, plenty of baking and coffee stuff and a shower with wonderful water pressure. I sing along to music on my laptop in the mornings and occasinally smoke outside on the balcony. I have an office and colourful prints on the wall and lots and lots of books. *grins*
And wouldn't it be nice if we could not care when people above us, people we look to for validation or at least a nice pat on the back take our self-esteem and strangle its neck? I hate that feeling, too.
And I don't think I could've sat through that discussion. My feminazi would've blown up like the Hulk. I haven't fantasized about my wedding, either. Except that it will be short and sweet and possibly spontaneous. Oh, and the mumu. But that's really it.
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And wouldn't it be nice if we could not care when people above us, people we look to for validation or at least a nice pat on the back take our self-esteem and strangle its neck? I hate that feeling, too.
And I don't think I could've sat through that discussion. My feminazi would've blown up like the Hulk. I haven't fantasized about my wedding, either. Except that it will be short and sweet and possibly spontaneous. Oh, and the mumu. But that's really it.
Heh. Mumu.
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