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Blurty for Jessica n'ha Linda.
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| Sunday, January 29th, 2006 |
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Livejournal won't let me do anything but log in! Wow, I can't believe Blurty is still around. If any of my friends are reading this, let me know and I'll give you access to my LJ, if I ever get back into it. *scratches Blurty's ears and thinks about the "good" old days* |
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| Friday, November 5th, 2004 |
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I'm only at a little over 5,000 words, but I'm really trying to stay psyched up to complete it. I need to really kick ass number-wise in the next few days, though. The nephews were adorable, and there's talk of my parents picking me up somewhere on M'Ri's route back to PA for Thanksgiving. I really, really wish I had a steady job, though. Who am I kidding? I'm too tired all the time to even care if I ever get out of debt. Doing nothing is exhausting. |
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| Sunday, October 24th, 2004 |
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| Saturday, October 23rd, 2004 |
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So, I've been rapidly increasing my Neopoints, but I haven't been doing much of anything else. I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow. I did finally beat Sakhmet Solitaire. These lucid moments are coming closer and closer together, and I don't like that. |
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| Tuesday, October 12th, 2004 |
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While doing some research for the web site I'd love to eventually make, I stumbled upon the long and glorious history of the onion. My own history of the onion has been a passionate love/hate one. I loathed them as a child to the point where I drove my father just about crazy by sobbing if I found one in my dinner, learned to eat 'em cooked as a teenager, and now I will fry up a side dish of onions in olive oil and sprinkled with either curry powder or basil (especially if I'm eating fish). In other news, I'm still stumped as to where to apply for a weekday job. Fast food is probably out (I know, my heart is broken) because I won't give up this weekend gig for a crap job. I'm looking for minimal work in exchange for rent money, basically. I opened a new checking account. Now I only have to sign up for direct deposit to keep it free. |
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| Sunday, October 3rd, 2004 |
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I may never be able to go back to "real" work. I smile and greet people as they come in. The phone hasn't rung all afternoon. I can go to the bathroom whenever I like. I figured out the mysteries of the copier. There is even a squirrel playing outside my window. Life is good, my friends. |
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| Friday, October 1st, 2004 |
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Whee! I have a weekend office job through January at any rate. I need another part-time job now for weekdays, so that I can start apartment hunting and get out of Ri's hair--who has gotten me completely addicted to the Gilmore Girls. I'm going to end up spending another Friday night watching Reba and occasionally reading a paragraph or two: this week's book is Ri's copy of Lolita, which is turning out to be a very slow read. |
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| Tuesday, September 28th, 2004 |
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I'm still feeling lethargic. The previously described good interview resulted in a callback, and I think I have a weekend job lined up. Now all I need is a weekday job, and I can start feeling like a person again. I saw Abby and Ween at Abby's graduation party. Performing seems to be a good career for the Weenster; she's certainly cute in her Ren Faire dress. I really need a hobby. |
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| Tuesday, September 21st, 2004 |
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| Sunday, September 19th, 2004 |
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Ri's Mactop and I have arrived at an uneasy truce. I have agreed to use the apple key instead of control for keyboard shortcuts, and it has agreed not to spaz out too often just because I'm not Ri. I'm mostly finished with The Bloody Sun, which would be one of my favorite all-time books right now if it weren't for all the freakin' typos. I'm almost anal enough to correct them all and send the whole omnibus back to the publisher. Stupid editors. Stupid DAW. I also finished Ri's copy of Good in Bed, which deus ex machina aside, kept me smiling and was mercilessly typo-free. It's like more than one typo per three pages and my concentration goes out the window. I should be writing Abby's graduation story-gift right now, but I'm lazy. ( But I've never even met a prostitute. ) |
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| Sunday, September 12th, 2004 |
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The freshly engaged M'Ri took me to explore town a bit more today: there are a lot of antique shops open on Sundays. Other than that, I've been rereading The Winds of Darkover and trying to decide if I should read The Bloody Sun or Star of Danger next. I'm slowly getting used to the idea of not tossing plastic soda bottles into the trash. Pennsylvania needs to adopt the deposit method. |
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| Sunday, August 29th, 2004 |
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I'm exhausted, but I'm going to sleep well soon. Just one more trip back to that town. |
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| Sunday, August 22nd, 2004 |
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One more week. Abby sent me chocolate bars, the sinfully good dark kind, to get me through it. I've been pretending to pack and putting off calling the utility companies. I've also been making little repairs, like glueing the little plastic piece that holds the detachable shower head back on, and tonight I plan to see if vinegar will remove rust stains from my sink. I hate packing, and I hate moving. Yet I think I hate staying in one place even more. |
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| Thursday, August 19th, 2004 |
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I can't believe I quit another job this year. I can't believe I'm finally leaving town. One more week in this spider-infested craphole... |
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| Sunday, August 15th, 2004 |
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I can't pack. I always try to turn it into a much harder chore than it should be. First, I try to organize everything into boxes first by its type, and then I try to fit everything perfectly into the boxes so that no space is between the objects. There are assorted boxes sitting in my living room with only a few items in the bottom of each. I do have one full box of clothes packed, though. My resignation letter is waiting nervously in my bag to be turned in tomorrow. (It's a very scared letter.) ( Look, a survey not involving a ten point scale. ) |
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| Sunday, August 8th, 2004 |
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Okay, I have a plan. I mean, I always have plans, but they are always set in the infinite future. "This here" plan, as we would say back home, is due to go off in three weeks, like a space shuttle. I'm going to quit yet another job, but without a new one lined up. I am crazy, but already a little less miserable. Maybe I'll be back in school by this time next year. I already feel a little more like I'm me again. I may actually sit down and write a little ficlet that's been chasing its tail around in my head all summer. I may even try my hand at another old aesthetic experiment. I'm definitely going to do some laundry and pack. A change will do me good. ( Isn't deep an euphemism for full of shit? ) |
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| Thursday, July 29th, 2004 |
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| I slept all day, except for the throwing up parts. My ear hurt horribly most of the day (and yesterday) until I fell asleep on an ice pack. Now I just feel like I have a really, really bad case of swimmer's ear, which is odd because I can't swim. | ||||
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| Saturday, July 24th, 2004 |
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Ri suggested that the next time I find myself talking in the plural to someone who doesn't know her, I should hug myself and explain that my other half is in New York. That won't scare the boys at work off at all. /sarcasm Sniffle. I have such good friends. Abs even called me a better boyfriend than her real boyfriend because I helped her pack. Damn it, I am so well off in so many ways, but this just isn't how my life was supposed to go. I think I've gotten comfortable with being miserable. I think this killer headache is making me all weepy. I think I have to shake things up somehow. |
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Mac and cheese with pepperoni, followed by dill pickles and green tea. Sometimes I forget one of the bonuses of living alone is eating whatever I want in whatever room of the house I feel like, at any time of the night :) ... and I have a (albeit younger) web comic alter ego. I've never gotten free dessert, but I got lollipops from Mom's bank until I was in my early 20's. Damn ATMs and their non-lollipop dispensing mechanics. |
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| Thursday, July 15th, 2004 |
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My right nipple is exceptionally and irritatingly itchy. I hope this isn't the precursor to another rash. So far, no spots. Besides, the last rash was all over my back and chest except the nipples, and so far only that nipple is itchy. I cleaned up the apartment somewhat last night in a fit of shame after I showed a possible future tenant around and saw the sheer horror on her face as she gazed upon the piles of dirty laundry and the kitchen counter full of dirty dishes. It's by no means "tidy," but it is clean again. That's something, right? |
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Blurty for Jessica n'ha Linda.
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