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Grandmother
A long post, because it makes me feel better to write it out.
Gram passed away last Tuesday. I went to Katy the day prior to sit in the nursing home with her - she was crabby and didn't feel very good, tired, apologetic because I drove all that way just to watch her sleep (although she felt well enough to fuss over my hair: "Megan, why don't you ( Read more... ) -
Jesus H.
*Wearily* Andrew Dunbar is still dead. I have to stop referring to him as if he were alive. I didn't even realize I did it until I was on the phone telling a story about how I refuse to ride in a car with him, and... the person on the other line said, "You talk about him like he's coming over tomorrow." And then he made a catty comment about ( Read more... ) -
This is not a happy post.
*With shame* I'm downloading Justin Timberlake's new song as we speak. I am ashamed. This comes only days after irately informing Garrett and David that no one was bringing sexy back into that bar, especially not if I was breathing and mobile. ("NO ONE IS BRINGING SEXY BACK. Got it? Not you, not me, no one. It will come back over my dead ( Read more... ) -
Politics, blaaah+
So Pakistan, Syria, Cuba, Venezuela, Egypt, Iran, and North Korea walk into a bar. Why do I care about NonAligned Summits, now? Because I saw a zombie movie with nukes that started out that way.
Atomic bombs and zombies. That's why I care about Cold War-era summits filled with people who Hate Us.
By the way, did anyone else choke on their super ( Read more... ) -
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Dad is watching One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest loudly in the living room.
My hair is magenta, by the way. Like... with a little maroon and something really dark mixed in there, too.
I WANT MY CAR BACK. -
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Thank goodness for cute RadioShack salesboys. Like the one who totally got me a battery for my phone. BABIES. Ooohh, and he's calling me on Friday to tell me when I can pick it up. And him. I could pick him up too, if I had to. -
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And where have I been in the FMP group? I mean - I go away for awhile, and there's some smokin' hot new writer writing smoking hot S/G. Someone remind me to line-tackle him/her. -
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I have SO taken it down a notch. It's not good for my blood pressure to get as upset as I did the other day.
In happy news, HOUSE!
In better news, I get to take my contacts out!
On a completely unrelated note, a what in what stupid color? I mean - huh?
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work
So maybe I'm a bitch. Whatever. I have one night a week when I can go do shit, and that's tonight, and I'm fucking waiting on Katie and fucking Rochelle - who I HATE - so that I can give Rochelle a ride back to Austin. Because I care, and she's giving me gas money. But I wanted to be in Austin by 8, and she won't leave San Marcos, and Katie ( Read more... ) -
Chuck Norris put the 'laugher' in 'manslaughter.'
I think married people are boring. I love John and Jennifer, individually and as a unit, but their married friends? Boring as shit. Dina and Angela are fun, and they do kind of fit the husband/wife stereotype, but Kimbra and Rick are boring. All Kimbra does is talk about her dog, talk about her design job (guess that's why she and Jenn hang out ( Read more... )