For lack of anything better to say
A meme gacked from writerj
Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. Run a Google image search on that word. Reply to this entry and post one of the pictures from your search, but don't tell me what the word was. Put this in your journal, so I can post a picture for you.
Otherwise, I got nothing. Very dull weekend, the highlight of which was walking to, taking, and, walking home from my pilates class yesterday. My travel schedule is pretty nuts this summer, so I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to go but I'm definitely signing up again and trying to get to it as often as possible. Watched some Doctor Who with Debbie last night. Today I worked Bronwyn's shift at the bookstore. Came home, fell asleep on the couch, and woke up in re-black-depression-land. It was not helped by a certain someone posting to a BSG icon group using her default icon of My Personal Gag Reflex. We hates them, precious.
On the other hand, I got a cute email from my neice, who's excited to see me next month and for New Years. Now I just have to figure out how to explain to the 13, 11, and 8 year olds the concept of being utterly ditched and betrayed by someone you loved and trusted. Probably best to just go the "distance is hard" route with them.
Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. Run a Google image search on that word. Reply to this entry and post one of the pictures from your search, but don't tell me what the word was. Put this in your journal, so I can post a picture for you.
Otherwise, I got nothing. Very dull weekend, the highlight of which was walking to, taking, and, walking home from my pilates class yesterday. My travel schedule is pretty nuts this summer, so I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to go but I'm definitely signing up again and trying to get to it as often as possible. Watched some Doctor Who with Debbie last night. Today I worked Bronwyn's shift at the bookstore. Came home, fell asleep on the couch, and woke up in re-black-depression-land. It was not helped by a certain someone posting to a BSG icon group using her default icon of My Personal Gag Reflex. We hates them, precious.
On the other hand, I got a cute email from my neice, who's excited to see me next month and for New Years. Now I just have to figure out how to explain to the 13, 11, and 8 year olds the concept of being utterly ditched and betrayed by someone you loved and trusted. Probably best to just go the "distance is hard" route with them.