sexy ringtones and all
Hi, everyone! I'm back home, although still feeling icky. Oh, and before you picture me as a petite blonde saying 'icky' in a high-pitched voice, I'll have you know I'm a five- foot- eight redhead who wears army boots and hasn't shaved her legs for at least four months now. There, I said it, and I don't even care. I just don't like it when people say 'icky' in squeaky ponytail voices that make one think of tiny blue tank tops and bubble gum.
Anyway, I'm still coughing up stuff I won't describe- I know you don't want those details anyhow. The good news is that I'm slowly getting better and I've even been getting enough sleep recently! See? All it takes is bronchitis/pneumonia to get me to take care of myself.
From a glance at my friends' list I can see there is much illness going around- not to mention angst and difficult decisions. I hope things get better for all of you and your loved ones, that communication becomes easier, and that there are sunny days in store for all of us. I just read an article that states that there are around 50 primary school heroin addicts in Glasgow, so maybe thinking 'at least my primary school child isn't a heroin addict' might help you feel better. For those of you who don't have primary school-aged children, you can think 'at least I don't have a primary school-aged child.'
In other news, I have decided to go out on a greedy little limb and put up a link to my amazon wish list on my journal as my 'website'. Not only have I done this, but I am now drawing your attention to it in the hopes that some nice stranger will buy me something out of a misguided need to shop for random strangers. This is why I'm not friends-locking this post; I'm just trying to give my hopes all the help they can get. I'm a nice girl that way.
What else? Hmmm... well, I'm trying to get a regular babysitter so I can go out on photohunts once a week to the old local graveyard, the waterfalls and local sights, and get in some practise. I am also trying to get organized, and- here's real proof the end of the world is nigh- I'm getting a freakin' cellphone, something I can't even type without using "freakin'" to express my disbelief, disgust, and excitement that I will soon become one of a worldwide siblinghood of people who spend several hours a week trying to make the incredibly meaningful decision of which Mp3 ringtone will communicate to strangers on the bus that I am witty, wickedly intelligent, cooler than everyone else, and possessed of great sexual prowess. Did I miss anything? It's amazing what one is expected to pack into a single ringtone.
Anyway, that's about all my news. I will be e-mailing some of you soon about various things, so until then, ta!*
*'ta', in this instance, is used with irony, and is not meant in the English-grandmother-in-tweeds way.
Anyway, I'm still coughing up stuff I won't describe- I know you don't want those details anyhow. The good news is that I'm slowly getting better and I've even been getting enough sleep recently! See? All it takes is bronchitis/pneumonia to get me to take care of myself.
From a glance at my friends' list I can see there is much illness going around- not to mention angst and difficult decisions. I hope things get better for all of you and your loved ones, that communication becomes easier, and that there are sunny days in store for all of us. I just read an article that states that there are around 50 primary school heroin addicts in Glasgow, so maybe thinking 'at least my primary school child isn't a heroin addict' might help you feel better. For those of you who don't have primary school-aged children, you can think 'at least I don't have a primary school-aged child.'
In other news, I have decided to go out on a greedy little limb and put up a link to my amazon wish list on my journal as my 'website'. Not only have I done this, but I am now drawing your attention to it in the hopes that some nice stranger will buy me something out of a misguided need to shop for random strangers. This is why I'm not friends-locking this post; I'm just trying to give my hopes all the help they can get. I'm a nice girl that way.
What else? Hmmm... well, I'm trying to get a regular babysitter so I can go out on photohunts once a week to the old local graveyard, the waterfalls and local sights, and get in some practise. I am also trying to get organized, and- here's real proof the end of the world is nigh- I'm getting a freakin' cellphone, something I can't even type without using "freakin'" to express my disbelief, disgust, and excitement that I will soon become one of a worldwide siblinghood of people who spend several hours a week trying to make the incredibly meaningful decision of which Mp3 ringtone will communicate to strangers on the bus that I am witty, wickedly intelligent, cooler than everyone else, and possessed of great sexual prowess. Did I miss anything? It's amazing what one is expected to pack into a single ringtone.
Anyway, that's about all my news. I will be e-mailing some of you soon about various things, so until then, ta!*
*'ta', in this instance, is used with irony, and is not meant in the English-grandmother-in-tweeds way.