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| I talk about how conservative my roommate is. But, in asking her some simple questions about her trip (to get ideas for her package), she inquires into my questioning:
"Why, do you plan on having someone over?"
"You know you can't have sex on my hide-a-bed, right?"
She's actually very funny. She doesn't care, as long as I don't have sex on her couch. I promised her I'm pretty sure we could find another place.
No I have to procure some tail. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| Okay, i might be sick in earnest, maybe? I just spent some hours sitting/laying on the couch playing various nintendos, like, after 30 minutes of sitting i couldnt move my head off the couch, ya know that feeling, where your head feels .. magnetically attached to the couch? I managed to lie down and play some more. (Harvest moon for NES I think on a rom? I .. dont think I get it, I've never played any of these)
Then I got up because I felt like vomit was imminent. Life seems excessively.. cloudy, surreal, strange, and confusing. I've been lusting for the bed but holding onto the couch for some sort of reason.. some sort of needing to be "entertained" because its "friday night" and you "cant go to bed at 7pm on a friday night" like I wanted to.
I like that "random use of quotation mark thing" that I'm doing.
I think I'll take my temp. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| If pregnancy didnt encapsulate all the symptoms i'm having I might think I was coming down with a flu-type illness... headache, body aches, nausea, listlessness, exhaustion.
I think I might skip my NST tomorrow. I found out they cost $50+ out of pocket for each one, and I THINK the OB said they dont sound really necessary at this point... because the last two looked so good. .. but I'm actually not sure she said that definitively, so I feel sorta like I'm doing something naughty if I cancel it? | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Today was my first animal care day alone this summer shift, and guess who wasn't here when I got here? That's right: my favoritest goat in the entire world, Clyde.
This was the announcement we received:
Hi everyone,
I'm sad to have to tell you that we lost Clyde today. I received Animal Care reports last night and this morning about him not wanting to eat or even move around much. I called a Large Animal doctor this morning and we had an appointment here at 2pm.
The vet drew blood and Clyde's BUN was elevated. As you may remember, it is common for these guys to get urinary obstructions. We knocked him down with Rompun and the vet tried to pass a catheter but couldn't do it. The only other option would have been a surgery called marsupialization which has varying degrees of success and is expensive.
I am at least very grateful to R. and B. and all of you for your astute observations. At least Clyde didn't have to remain blocked for long. The vet said that his bladder was not ruptured and that we caught it early. I'm really sorry guys, we are all going to miss his alot. We euthanized Clyde today about 3:30pm.
Mourn ya 'til I join ya, snoop. This one's just for you:
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| | Current Music: | the free credit.com comercial | | Current Location: | anywhere | | Subject: | tired | | Time: | 12:57 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankthinkg.gif) contemplative |
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| | hey whats up ? Just sitting herer watching the craftsmen trucks run and wishing it was the sprint cars lol at least Kyle is in a truck. My older two are outside and the little ones are sleeping for a bit. I have started feeling depressed again but not letting anyone see it. Dont know why well maybe i do but its wierd. See almost a year ago I was a few weeks away from having Savanah and taking care of my mom. Now shes dead and I cant seem to figure out where the last year went.between court and probate kids and moving I lost a year. wierd..and I miss my mom. I know Im not alone but I am an only child and now both my parents are dead..kinda feels lonely. anyway thats enough of my whining for the nite. time to go be mom and fix Buddys scraped knee. I wonder if that boys gonna live to see 9 lol daredevil that he is and boo baby is just as bad. ni ni all | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | something sad | | Time: | 06:03 pm |
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| I work as a roadie and it seems my band has been following Anis tour by a few weeks. Nearly every time we arrive at a venue, the local crew comments about how hard she is to work with.
It really makes me sad.
Has anyone else heard anything like this? | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | mobile | | Subject: | Crosby, Stills, and Nash | | Time: | 09:02 pm |
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| You can kind of see the three little points of light that are their heads!
A few rows up there's some drunk guy who keeps giving the finger to the anti-war songs/band. He seems to have left now, though (intermission), so yay! No clue why he's at CSN if those are his thoughts.
Ooh, music time again!
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| | Subject: | I Need Doper Help With A Proposal | | Time: | 08:40 pm |
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| Previously, the Teeming Millions have shown great skill in writing politically correct Dilbert-esque corporate speak. I need your help writing a proposal for my Unholy Army Of The Night(This phrase is crucial and must be repeated often) program. We need to explain (with graphs if necessary) how animal sacrifice and drinking mandrake root and such will be good for the clients (for reasons I don't understand, client is used instead of patient).
A quick example-
"Some clients have social anxiety disorder and a fear of strangers and/or crowds. Such fears will vanish when a client carries a lethally sharp athame on their person and has physically killed another human being."
Thank you for any help you can give me with this project. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Looks like I get Tegan as Brad this weekend (it's Nikki's birthday show and she wanted Frank opposite Rachel's Rocky). This should be fun, I haven't had Tegan as Brad yet! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I grabbed an iced tea glass bottle in a bunch of ice and showed the cashier. He rang up $3.75, "Will there be anything else?" Uh, no, I said. 3.75, I was thirsty and rushed. Clutching the movie stub, drink and receipt I wound my way down the stairs trying to make out the number on the piece of paper. Is that a 6, I wondered. It was, and I found a seat. Wall*E's previews had already begun.
This wasn't the first time I tried to see the movie. A few days ago, after thinking about going several times, decided I would go to the matinee on a weekday. Dressed, I headed out. It was a comfortable day and I was feeling fine. Before buying my ticket, I went to the public washrooms and was stunned when I looked in the mirror under the bright lights. My eyes looked puffy like I'd never seen them with a strange shadowing. Holy ----, I thought, I know I'm not sleeping that well and am stressed but omg! Logically one would think since I was planning on going to a darkened theater anyway, what harm would it do to hang out and just relax regardless. But I thought, OMG emergency care needed asap!, I must get home now! And so I did.
I was just a half block from the theater, on my way home, when I heard sirens blaring. They seemed rather insistent and peculiarly pertinent. I carried on. When I got home, I started to spend hours tending to myself to make sure I healed from this apparent imbalance.
I turned on the news when I was done and discovered that right about the time I left to go home, there was an armed robbery at a bank right across the street from the theater.
Today, after perusing an artisan market, the weather reminiscent of jungle humid heat, I thought I'd enter the theater to see what's up. I got in just in time. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Nashville Pussy - You Give Drugs A Bad Name | | Time: | 04:29 pm |
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| God dammit...hmm, that's appropriate. Here I am, nice and snoozing on the couch, when there's a knock at my door. Not just a polite knock, either, but a heavy, pounding knock. I stumble to the door, just aware enough to stay upright. Who's outside, to face the wrath that is the freshly and abruptly awakened Frank?
Missionaries. A pair of the white-shirted, black pants and ties, backpack-wearing young men that like to ride their bikes around and annoy random people with their blatherings about God.
Look, even on the best of days, this annoys the ever-lovin' fuck out of me. Buddhists don't come to my door. Muslims don't. Jews don't. Hare Krishna, Hindu, Shinto, Scientologist, Asatru, Secular Humanist, none of them come into my life to bother me and babble at me about how I should believe in the same Invisible Man In The Clouds as they do...but these guys (usually Mormons, sometimes Jehovah's Witnesses) gotta come bother me. No better than spam, in my opinion. And we all know what you do to spam, right? You delete it.
As I said, on a good day, I'm not amused by this intrusion into my life. And when you just woke me up? It is not considered to be a 'good day.'
I put on my best "why are you still breathing" expression and just stared at them, while they tried to maintain their sunny disposition. i really didn't feel like answering them much, until one of them asked if I had talked to missionaries like them before. I said that yes, I had, and I usually left them crying. The other said "I don't believe that." I threw back my head, laughed heartily, then leveled my gaze at him again and "You don't? That's fine, you don't have to believe. I certainly don't believe in your God." His buddy asked if I was religious, I replied that no, I was tired, and he should toddle on his merry way and take his useless sack of dumb ass with him...and that next time, I would spray them with the convenient hose that's right next to the door.
Fuck, now I'm awake, and my head hurts,and my mood is shot. Fucking wastes of good oxygen. Look, believe whatever makes you happy, I'll support your right to do so all the way, but the minute you come into my life and waste my time with this shit, you get my ire. I don't need your religious advertising. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| Many layers of rich salad folded on top one another greets my mouth as I savour the reward of the salty-sweet feta cheese, hoping I don't choke on a possibly-not-sufficiently chewed piece of green. A Greek wrap seemed a good choice while sipping a coffee watching people, the ocean and soccer on the corner mounted tv. With only half-a-wrap done, I carefully took several napkins and concealed the other half to make a quick exit for no other reason than I thought it was time to go. Sure enough, a couple blocks later, it started to rain.... then to downpour. I found refuge in some entryways, hop-skip-and-jump block to block until it subsided.
My half-wrap and I, coffee too (cool-y sipped while waterdrops sought to reveal my underclothing), made it home. I immediately took off my clothes and slipped past the curtain into a hot shower. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I was planning on leaving mom and Laurel home while I went to the docs. Its a 4:30 appointment and there's a good chance Joel will be home before we get back. I thought it'd be helpful for mom that way..
but.. Mom actually WANTS to go and run around the clinic. Why? Because apparently last time I went to a doctors appointment Laurel cried CONSTANTLY until mom finally got her calmed down by putting her in the bath.. she was still in the bath when I got home, but i didnt get the impression they'd been in there very long.. which means she must have just calmed down.. Poor Mom.
Mom agrees that my fears of leaving Laurel with someone during labor and delivery is going to be really stressful for all parties involved. She doesnt think I'm over reacting.
I know we CAN NOT have Laurel with us at the hospital if I'm going through any sort of obvious pain because Laurel FREAKS out. like seriously. She bonked in the jaw today and realized she hurt me and kissed my face for like 5 minutes straight.
When Laurel attended my first NST this pregnancy she was like freaking out that there were things on my tummy. She does NOT like people touching me. She does not like THINGS touching me like monitors with belts..
She's insanely clingy right now. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | 100 to 1? yeah, that mustbe fair, right? | | Time: | 02:26 pm |
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| Here is an excellent article detailing how the media isso biased in this presidential election. Rather than try to argue the levels of coverage, it used the more direct method of showing where they donate money. cFrom Investors Business Daily:
http://www.ibdeditorials.com/IBDArticles.aspx?id=301702713742569
The easiest detail was the numbers chart:
If you notice, under FOX and FOX News Channel, it lists donation for Dem... but nothing for Reps. WHY? Because it lives up to the Fair and Balanced logo; It seems the Dem. donations were to Hillary's campaign. Likewise the majority of Rep. donations made by the openly if not declared Left-leaning medias here were to the Ron Paul campaign, seen as a monkeywrench in the Right's primary. As for NBC, well... it should be refered to as Obama's press secretary.
Today I'm going to see X-Files which I believe will dissapoint me, so I will use my free pass to watch Batman again afterwards. Then i will make chicken fajitas and watch Doctor Who! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| My boss posted a sign at work that said, "Who needs his own CD player?"
My co-worker scribbled out 'his' and changed it to 'their.' He said 'their' is the term used for either a man or a woman (since we have both at my workplace).
My boss scribbled out 'their' and wrote 'his/her.' She said 'their' cannot be combined with 'who' because 'who' is singular.
The same co-worker scribbled out 'his/her' and re-wrote 'their.' Underneath that, he wrote, "Nobody likes you, do they?"
Who is correct??
(By the way, we all teach English!) | | comments: 35 comments or Leave a comment |
| I just want today to be a successful friday. I want it to be good.
I'm SO stressed out about my OB appointment. I just want her to SLEEP and I want to be well rested. i want for today not to be a total fail. I need time to shower. I need time to get her ready.
Her tantrums all day tell me she's tired, I'm just waiting for the peak and hoping it comes soon.. then its nap time...
And.. there's the peak.. and the nap
awesome! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | *cry* | | Time: | 01:32 pm |
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| Ever have those painful mornings where you wake up, open your eyes, and implore, "But I only had ___ drinks!"
Ayup. | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | The Sims 1 Downloads | | Time: | 11:31 am |
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| I had to completely reinstall all of my Sims games, for both TS1 and TS2... I remember for TS1, the magic fruitcake/happiness espresso machine, and the friend-making painting... I looked through the FAQ and found the website, but they're not working anymore! Does anyone know where I can find and download those items, or others that work in the same way? Also, I don't remember if you can just buy through the game a yard sign to keep stray animals out of the yard, or if I downloaded that a while back as well... anyone able to help me out?
Also, are there any downloadable items like this for TS2?
Thanks!! :) | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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