I found this on my iPad a few minutes ago. The addendum was just added, of course ( Read more... )

When the snow started today, I made everyone in my office do a snow conga line.

It worked.

I love snow.

Wanna go home, wanna go home, wanna go home....

Have finally begun to sort Germany pics.

Have also found England pics.

Realized all pics of London are gone. Have begun to cry.

M. said she knows where London pics are. Have now stopped crying.

Want to go home now.

RULES ( Read more... )

After seeing my neighbor - and yes, I mean that neighbor - dashing across the parking lot wearing only a pair of jeans.

Which was, admittedly, better than seeing him wearing only a towel.

But still. 7:30 a.m. is too early for that. Therefore, a vanilla latte with a shot of raspberry will make it better. Or at least bearable.

I didn't think I'd actually do it. But somehow (I blame you, James, and all those Wednesdays where you made me go to coffee shops and write stuff), I seem to have completed a novel (first draft; let me repeat that: first draft. I have lots of work left, starting with a massive revision. Tomorrow. Or maybe next Wednesday ( Read more... )

Everyone here is stressed and grumpy and would probably throw things at me if they knew I was fucking around writing on LJ.

Oops.

I just want out of here. Too much negativity on the last day of the year.

Fifteen minutes.

It's never going to end.

Never.

*wails*

As most everyone knows, princess_mickie has a serious lust for a vintage Corvette. She often lapses into purple prose concerning C-1, C-2, and C-3 body types, original fixtures, and on and on.

The fact that she can’t drive a stick shift doesn’t stop her plans to acquire such a car.

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Going to sulk now.

You have been warned.

Edited: They closed the fucking coffeeshop/bookstore thingy at six fucking o'clock! ARGHHHH!

Have now moved into irritated/annoyed/perhaps even pissed off.

Not a good day.