First things first. The linoleum guy came today. We went by after work to see the handiwork. And we are confused. Why?

Because it looks like this:


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I'm going off of carbs again. The fact that my clothes keep getting tighter and tighter just adds to my despair and helplessness. So I'm going back to giving up my comfort, the thing I can look forward to so I can get through my day, in the hopes that I will eventually feel better about myself overall. It seems like an even, maybe a lesser, trade.

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Okay, so videos are uploading, but it's gonna take a while.

Option 1: 
Kitchen is bone white walls, with grey tile, and bone white cabinets. rosy taupe walls in hallway/living room. One bedroom has yellow walls, the other two are robin egg blue (might clash with our red satin sheets!). Cheap counters, all new stove and fridge. Laminate upstairs and ( Read more... )

So, Benn finally managed to get a hold of the realtor, and apparently that place sold last week. Thanks for telling us, Dick. We had hoped to close a sale by the end of the month, so we could give a month's warning to our landlord, but that's probably not going to happen, now. Guess we won't be moving til September. And to where? I don't know, but ( Read more... )

I feel so sad and alone, like an emo teenager who thinks the entire world is against her. But mostly it's just work. The only person at my work who understands how I feel right now has it worse off than me - Amelia is way overworked, and no matter how many times she tells people that she's too busy to handle all of her jobs, people keep on yelling ( Read more... )

I swear, if anyone even looks at me sideways today, I'm going to explode/burst into tears/commit murder.

Well, I'm 27 years old now. I was fairly indifferent to turning 26 - that's really just 25 warmed over. But 27 puts me over the 20s hill - I am no longer in my early twenties. I'm not even, really, in my mid-twenties. I'm in my late twenties, and age thirty is on the horizon although still far away. Since today is Wednesday, nothing too exciting ( Read more... )

I can't BELIEVE what an asshole Steve Murphy is. He asks Stephane Dion a grammatically INCORRECT question, and then blames Stephane Dion's resulting confusion on poor English.

For those of you who have missed this hubbub, Steve Murphy asked M. Dion the following question:

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So we talked with Semen Breath about the apartment. He hastily agreed to install a lock on the closet door, so that the mattress thing would be less of an issue, and he assured us that the space beyond the mattress is only his basement storage area, not living space, so we don't have to worry about our tv sounds wafting over the mattress into their ( Read more... )

I am at the point that I hoped never to reach: I am starting to get stressed and unhappy about my upcoming wedding. I was sure this would not happen to me, for the following reasons:

A) I don't care about details like flowers, bridesmaid's dresses, centre pieces and junk like that. I trust my mother and my friends to pick nice things and I don't ( Read more... )