I Love Your Meat!
Hello people!
On Saturday, I had to work.
Nine to noon, but mom and I went early to go to the book sale at work. Mom got a bunch of cookbooks and then sat with me for about forty minutes until she had to go to an appointment. That was really fucking fun. :] I wish she could've stayed the whole time, lol, but alas, she had to leave. It was Hell there until noon, when I finally got out.
I stopped at The Cafe and picked up a coffee and a cookie. Then I went on home and wrote for a few hours. I had the house to myself during that time, so it was wonderfully quiet and I got a decent amount of writing done. Honestly, not much else happened. Same with Sunday, Monday...the entire week. Let's face it, I've lost track of everything. I can't keep up anymore.
So, what I'm going to do is have my Twitter automatically post everything here. I tweet everything that would normally be posted on here, anyway. I'll come back and edit the posts so they're LJ-cut cuz I tweet a fuck-ton every day, but I think this will be better until I have the time to update. At least there'll be a post every day, like I want. Sorry about this. I feel bad. :(
Um, dream: Joey and Rachel move boxes into a storage room in the basement of their apartment building. Joey suggests Rachel takes a few things back, but she's worried about someone coming down and finding them there. Joey grabs a big comforter, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt or something. Suddenly, a song starts playing and Rachel flips out cuz she hears the guy coming downstairs.
She tells Joey to run and Joey says, "Joey doesn't run! Joey -" and he's tripping carrying all the stuff, then it cuts to him on another set of stairs, walking down in a strut-dance fashion, singing along to the song like a goof. That's about it. That's Joey and Rachel from Friends, btw. And title of this post is from Man Up. Okay, the end, I guess.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*
On Saturday, I had to work.
Nine to noon, but mom and I went early to go to the book sale at work. Mom got a bunch of cookbooks and then sat with me for about forty minutes until she had to go to an appointment. That was really fucking fun. :] I wish she could've stayed the whole time, lol, but alas, she had to leave. It was Hell there until noon, when I finally got out.
I stopped at The Cafe and picked up a coffee and a cookie. Then I went on home and wrote for a few hours. I had the house to myself during that time, so it was wonderfully quiet and I got a decent amount of writing done. Honestly, not much else happened. Same with Sunday, Monday...the entire week. Let's face it, I've lost track of everything. I can't keep up anymore.
So, what I'm going to do is have my Twitter automatically post everything here. I tweet everything that would normally be posted on here, anyway. I'll come back and edit the posts so they're LJ-cut cuz I tweet a fuck-ton every day, but I think this will be better until I have the time to update. At least there'll be a post every day, like I want. Sorry about this. I feel bad. :(
Um, dream: Joey and Rachel move boxes into a storage room in the basement of their apartment building. Joey suggests Rachel takes a few things back, but she's worried about someone coming down and finding them there. Joey grabs a big comforter, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt or something. Suddenly, a song starts playing and Rachel flips out cuz she hears the guy coming downstairs.
She tells Joey to run and Joey says, "Joey doesn't run! Joey -" and he's tripping carrying all the stuff, then it cuts to him on another set of stairs, walking down in a strut-dance fashion, singing along to the song like a goof. That's about it. That's Joey and Rachel from Friends, btw. And title of this post is from Man Up. Okay, the end, I guess.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*