"Hi, this is Lacey! I'm really, really sorry I missed your call, but . . . oh, just leave me a message and I'll get back to you soon, okay? Bye!"

. . . god, that voice is freakishly perky, isn't it?

The Olympics were in Canada. Do you think Lacey wasn't watching? Okay, okay, so it was the wrong side of the country, but details. Because Olympics in CanadaProfound apologies to her neighbors -- the second the Canadian team started marching into the stadium, Lacey was on her feet belting out "O Canada," and never mind the fact that she'd had a ( Read more... )

Lacey had ended up sleeping on a park bench last night, which had been cold but she didn't mind all that much. If nothing else, it'd give her material to use if she ever decided to stage a protest piece about the homeless. (She probably would. She was, after all, a Confrontational Spoken Word Performance Artist ( Read more... )

Saturday, some moment in between this person's AU wakeup freakout and that person's AU wakeup freakout.
Very much not the illegal sublet that Lacey should be sharing with another young, photogenic artist.Something was tickling Lacey's nose, which was why she woke up this morning -- which was a shame, because she was really warm and comfy, and wow ( Read more... )

Having mentioned the Kitchen of Minor Cataclysm (not that she called it that) to Brent yesterday, Lacey thought it was only fair to invite him over to actually see it, and maybe sample the coffee from the sink ( Read more... )

The scene cut abruptly to Lacey pacing the length of her apartment floor, accompanied by melancholy violin music. Pace. Pace. Think, think, think ( Read more... )

We all love our OCD threads here, right?

Clippings is an extension I've had for a while now, that lets you save different frequently-used text strings for later use and paste them into web form fields. I've got all my business OCD thread headers saved in here, to save me the tedium of typing them up every time, and you can probably do longer ( Read more... )

It had started out as a fairly normal day, until Lacey had tried to wash her face and gotten tipsy.

This definitely warranted a phone call home. She'd tried Wanda first, but Wanda begged off, claiming there was a customer and she had to go. She called Corner Gas again, and Brent picked up the line only to blurt something out about how he had to ( Read more... )

Okay, so as of today there's a community bulletin board in Luke's Diner, available for -- community use. Who knew? This is one of those things Lacey does to try and make herself relevant ( Read more... )

Forty kilometres from nowhere . . .Bingo wasn't until Sunday, so there was no way to get a little competitive thrill. It would be a while until Wes tried to install an ATM in the liquor/insurance store and turn it into the hottest spot on the Saskatchewan prairies for a person to have a lively conversation. Hank didn't have a roadside corn stand ( Read more... )