Update
My back is killing me. Sebastian had a nightmare last night, so he toddled over to our bed and climbed in. Eventually I woke up enough to get up and carry him back to his bed, but for several hours he pushed me around a lot.
And as a result this morning I have a very bad back.
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Our accountant got our taxes back. The numbers look good...quite good. Now we just need to find a way to keep that money from disappearing. If so, we might be able to stop living paycheck-to-paycheck. That's a very tiring way to live.
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About my birthday...it crossed my mind to ask for something. But unlike other people, there isn't much point in asking my friends here to have their friends friend me.
Excuse me.
friend friend friend friend friend friend fried freind fiend feind fined
Sorry, I just needed to get that out of my system.
Anyway, I realize that 99.997% of the people on LJ would not be interested in my journal. The truth is, I'm not interested in 99.997% of the journals that are out there, anyway. My tolerance for reading about the tempestuous and passion-filled lives of attractive young teens and tweens is extremely low, and those positions have been filled.
But if by some rare chance anybody out there knows someone funny - someone that would appeal to my particular sense of humor, twisted and dark - I'd like to know about them. It would probably help if they were born in the 60's, like me. Or maybe the 50's. The 70's are a bare possibility. The truth is, I'm kind of sick of young people...except those born in the 2000's.
Am I the only person like me in the whole world? Well, in one sense, obviously yes. In another sense, definitely no. I know of at least two or three people out there who share my own absurd sensibilities, at least in part. It's my hope that there are a few more.
Because frankly, I'm bored, and I need more stuff to read.
And as a result this morning I have a very bad back.
* * *
Our accountant got our taxes back. The numbers look good...quite good. Now we just need to find a way to keep that money from disappearing. If so, we might be able to stop living paycheck-to-paycheck. That's a very tiring way to live.
* * *
About my birthday...it crossed my mind to ask for something. But unlike other people, there isn't much point in asking my friends here to have their friends friend me.
Excuse me.
friend friend friend friend friend friend fried freind fiend feind fined
Sorry, I just needed to get that out of my system.
Anyway, I realize that 99.997% of the people on LJ would not be interested in my journal. The truth is, I'm not interested in 99.997% of the journals that are out there, anyway. My tolerance for reading about the tempestuous and passion-filled lives of attractive young teens and tweens is extremely low, and those positions have been filled.
But if by some rare chance anybody out there knows someone funny - someone that would appeal to my particular sense of humor, twisted and dark - I'd like to know about them. It would probably help if they were born in the 60's, like me. Or maybe the 50's. The 70's are a bare possibility. The truth is, I'm kind of sick of young people...except those born in the 2000's.
Am I the only person like me in the whole world? Well, in one sense, obviously yes. In another sense, definitely no. I know of at least two or three people out there who share my own absurd sensibilities, at least in part. It's my hope that there are a few more.
Because frankly, I'm bored, and I need more stuff to read.