Everyone's doing this now! I'm enjoying reading the answers.

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Ganking this from buzzruth, as it seems like a good framework to encourage some actual posting. Because my LJ is sad and lonely.

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Favourite moment of today:

ELDERLY CLIENT: You're late.
OUR HERO: Ack, yes, I know. I'm really sorry. I haven't done this round before and I got lost twice--
ELDERLY CLIENT: *eyeballs* Why did they send a manOUR HERO: Actually, I'm a woman ( Read more... )

Third day of November.

This year has both crawled and freakin' leapt by. I can't believe we're almost a decade past the millennium ( Read more... )

Yesterday I went shopping with my Dad. It's something we do about every two months or so, and it works pretty well for both of us. On the surface: he buys me groceries, and I get to eat. Beneath that: he gets to see with his own two eyes that I'm still alive and kicking, and I get ten grocery bags full of I love you, brat.

Actually, he calls me ( Read more... )

So, I don't know what I want to write about.

I was just talking to jbmcdragon on the phone -- I love talking to her on the phone; well, actually, I love listening to her talk on the phone, because she always has something hilarious or interesting to say, and I love her voice -- anyway, on hearing that I was considering a post, she responded with: "YES, ( Read more... )

jbmcdragon is doing that thing again. Writing interesting, thought-provoking things that make me want to write, too. She must stop.

Today she wrote about invisibility, specifically being gay (bisexual? Queer?) and invisible. On 90% of gaydars, JB doesn't ping. She's beautiful (gorgeous), feminine looking (most of the time), and passes for straight (pretty ( Read more... )

I've always had a slight smugness about people who get day-two gym-burn. I never get it, so clearly it's a myth and they're all wusses.

Turns out I just don't get it from cardio. From weight-lifting, however. Freakin' Christ. It feels like all my chest muscles are trying to detach from my ribcage, and want to take my biceps along with them ( Read more... )

There is no feeling in the world quite like waking up in the warm, comfortable tangle of two duvets, twisted pyjamas, and bedsocks making a determined sprint for the floor ( Read more... )

I have a stuffed toy dog that buzzruth gave me in my first year of uni, because I missed my own dogs so damned much. He doesn't have a name (though he does have a red collar), and he spends most of his time tucked away in the wooden trunk where I keep everything I don't have a place for ( Read more... )