So. Hi. I haven't posted in an age. Things have been nuts here since, like, forever, and it's only getting nutsier.

Here's a brief recap of me since July. ( nitty-gritties )

If someone orders a dishwasher and plans to pay you to haul the old one away, it would be a good practice to inform that customer that disconnecting the old dishwasher is not included in this service, and therefore if your delivery guy arrives to find a still-connected dishwasher, he'll just drop the new one off and go on his way, leaving the old ( Read more... )

I've been almost silent on the LJ front for a while now. I continue to have nearly nothing to say fannishly and for some reason have developed a thing where I feel weird about talking about my personal life here. Part of it, I think, is because LJ has always been primarily about fandom for me, and through fandom I've found these friends with whom I ( Read more... )

* That if I put lotion on my hands every single day, they stop cracking open at the knuckles. (To make myself sound like less of a moron, the reason I don't use lotion regularly is that I've developed random, free-floating allergies and at any moment can be reduced to fits of sneezing by lotions or other substances-wool, detergents, soaps, perfumes ( Read more... )

1. Dear Sam and Dean: I'm sorry I won't be able to watch you until something God-awful like Friday afternoon or possibly even Saturday morning. I have a good excuse though. I'm seeing AC/DC in concert tonight. I'm sure you'll understand.

( A few more apologies, partially revealing my pathetic underbelly )

Something to know about me. I have many fine qualities, but managing to plan appropriately for people's birthdays is not among them. In general, I fail completely at birthdays.

With that preamble, I would like to offer birthday wishes to my dear, much-beloved friend and frequent partner in crime, cunien, whose birthday it was yesterday. My Mima was the ( Read more... )

Not sure why I’m quoting from Bread and Jam for Frances as my subject line, but it’s what came out of my fingers. I think what I really want to say is “What I am is tired of moving/change/hauling crap around,” but it doesn’t have as nice a ring ( Read more... )

So the hiyakittehs and I are installed at Marc’s for the week. Can I just say? I hate moving. Hate it. And while I’m very grateful to my generous insurance company for paying to have my floors redone, I still kind of bitterly resent the fact that packing and moving your household for a week takes the same level of work and stress as doing it for ( Read more... )

Took a vacation day today to deal with the evil plumbing in my kitchen and other disasters around my condo. A brief history. ( Cut for the Tedious Recent History of My Condo, or Why Not to Buy into a 100-Year-Old Building )

Horrid condo association meeting of doom tonight. Except... not. Saved by two things ( Read more... )