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Hey, internet. How is your Sunday? Mine is okay. I am not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. Not that I am ever looking forward to going there. Oh well.

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First off, let it be said that sometimes I feel like krabapple and I are the catty old ladies sitting in the back corner table of fandom, chain-smoking and bitching about everything ( Read more... )

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Wow! Clearly my random Google!imaging made me the star of giving that meme!

Anyway, my life is boring, otherwise. Today I read The Westing Game from cover to cover and remembered how amazing it is. If even half of the "adult" mysteries were written this well, they'd be... significantly more awesome. What a fabulous, fabulous book. I love it. ( Read more... )

Hey there, internet! How was your evening?

I went out to dinner with my parents and their friends and then my mom, two of her friends, and I went to see Lucy Kaplansky, Cheryl Wheeler, and Tom Paxton at the Community Theatre. It was awesome. I especially loved Cheryl Wheeler. I can't remember the last time I laughed as hard as I did when she ( Read more... )

I'm such a ridiculous human being, you guys. Saying "I like you" to someone I've already slept with just made me do the text messaging equivalent of bashfully looking at the ground and rubbing my toe in the dirt. YOU ARE AWESOME KAITLYN.

In other news, my mother is also a ridiculous person. Example:


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So, there's a lot of hysteria on my f-list right now, and people getting alternately angry and weepy over something that I do not know anything about and am not remotely interested in. I am just strangely confused, because--and maybe this is my fandom age showing, seeing as how I've been doing fandom things for over a decade, now--this is what ( Read more... )

First off:

Prehistoric Monster Marathon starting at 3pm on September 9? YES PLEASE, MONSTERSHD.

Secondly:

Someone please buy this for me. I still remember all of the words. I wouldn't be surprised if my parents do, too.

Thirdly:

I'm exhausted. Good night, internet.

So, the saddest thing ever is reading bad things about yourself on the internet. Or, at least, it's the saddest thing ever for me, who is crazy and ridiculous and hormonal right now ( Read more... )

...the time when Brendan and I officially try to kill each other after spending too much time together ( Read more... )