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Mr. Barack Obama is the new President Elect.
I am stuffing my face with chocolate Soy Dream with wooden chopsticks for maximum flavour value.
How is everyone feeling? (about anything) (check in time)
I was doing my usual (once in a while when I am desperatly Longing) google on "Home" and then under images and somehow there's newly available lj things under a community from 2006 that was not there before and it has pictures of people I know at home from a long time ago, when I was there and it's made me want to go and visit so badly.
Savvy! the pic I found that made me smile was put in by you. That and some song lyrics turned a personally crappy day, ok make that realllllly horrible on a personal level, into something worth the slog through all the hours previous. How are you? I'll mail you your letter soon, when I dig it out from under all my paperwork.
I am at night two into three nights off from work, in a row, this week. I am going plain mad trying to not go mad without work. Oh Job I love you so. You pay poorly but I accel and do well otherwise, and I cannot beat your hours.
I just discovered a new guilty pleasure. 90's Irish novels. Funny stuff. Plus they come with spellings I know and feel warm fuzzies for.
I've been dreaming of Home. I've been reading Coelho. All I want now is a spiced home for the holidays. I've decorated in my mind already. But I just have to find the perfect place for an alpaca and a beaded carrot.
I am stuffing my face with chocolate Soy Dream with wooden chopsticks for maximum flavour value.
How is everyone feeling? (about anything) (check in time)
I was doing my usual (once in a while when I am desperatly Longing) google on "Home" and then under images and somehow there's newly available lj things under a community from 2006 that was not there before and it has pictures of people I know at home from a long time ago, when I was there and it's made me want to go and visit so badly.
Savvy! the pic I found that made me smile was put in by you. That and some song lyrics turned a personally crappy day, ok make that realllllly horrible on a personal level, into something worth the slog through all the hours previous. How are you? I'll mail you your letter soon, when I dig it out from under all my paperwork.
I am at night two into three nights off from work, in a row, this week. I am going plain mad trying to not go mad without work. Oh Job I love you so. You pay poorly but I accel and do well otherwise, and I cannot beat your hours.
I just discovered a new guilty pleasure. 90's Irish novels. Funny stuff. Plus they come with spellings I know and feel warm fuzzies for.
I've been dreaming of Home. I've been reading Coelho. All I want now is a spiced home for the holidays. I've decorated in my mind already. But I just have to find the perfect place for an alpaca and a beaded carrot.