And another meme
Expect a lot of these as I'm unemployed. This one gacked from trafficcontrol
Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.
January:
Had to work until flonqing midnight. Drive home was making me indescribably depressed and cranky.
February:
So I'm frantically bored and home early and a bunch of stuff, so I'm going to play with Ye Olde Candybar Dollmaker and make every female Pern person I can think of.
March:
Further evidence that nothing is sacred: The Good Eats drinking game!
April:
I have this crazy urge to go to Mass tomorrow. I have not been to one since I was around 12, so... bound to be interesting if I can get my ass up and go.
May: (this one is re: Kapranos)
The boy's turning their webpage diary into his own personal LJ. I feel like just sending him a code or something.
June:
Okay, tbmyoung39, I've been messing with NewOrleansOnline.com and have discovered that they provide printable coupons for random stuff! It's nifty!!
July:
My mom is starting treatment for Hep C today. It's the same meds they use for treating leukemia, and we're all kinda wigged about how she'll react to it.
August:
My grandmother is unwell again. I had a dayshift today and came home around 7:30, to find no one home and the phone ringing.
September:
Music eight-ball: put your music player on all audio and random, then ask it each question before going to the next song.
October:
Quebec City WINS. It wins HUGE.
November:
So I almost burst into tears at work tonight following a crushing moment of sadness which came from nowhere. By "nowhere" I mean my sluggishly useless existance and the deepening black hole of disaster it's being sucked into.
December:
I'm annoyed that my egg form this post hasn't hatched yet. Damnit.
Huh. Pretty good, all things considered. And I want to do that Music Eight Ball meme again. Tomorow. Me go sleep-sleep now.
Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.
January:
Had to work until flonqing midnight. Drive home was making me indescribably depressed and cranky.
February:
So I'm frantically bored and home early and a bunch of stuff, so I'm going to play with Ye Olde Candybar Dollmaker and make every female Pern person I can think of.
March:
Further evidence that nothing is sacred: The Good Eats drinking game!
April:
I have this crazy urge to go to Mass tomorrow. I have not been to one since I was around 12, so... bound to be interesting if I can get my ass up and go.
May: (this one is re: Kapranos)
The boy's turning their webpage diary into his own personal LJ. I feel like just sending him a code or something.
June:
Okay, tbmyoung39, I've been messing with NewOrleansOnline.com and have discovered that they provide printable coupons for random stuff! It's nifty!!
July:
My mom is starting treatment for Hep C today. It's the same meds they use for treating leukemia, and we're all kinda wigged about how she'll react to it.
August:
My grandmother is unwell again. I had a dayshift today and came home around 7:30, to find no one home and the phone ringing.
September:
Music eight-ball: put your music player on all audio and random, then ask it each question before going to the next song.
October:
Quebec City WINS. It wins HUGE.
November:
So I almost burst into tears at work tonight following a crushing moment of sadness which came from nowhere. By "nowhere" I mean my sluggishly useless existance and the deepening black hole of disaster it's being sucked into.
December:
I'm annoyed that my egg form this post hasn't hatched yet. Damnit.
Huh. Pretty good, all things considered. And I want to do that Music Eight Ball meme again. Tomorow. Me go sleep-sleep now.