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complacent
Since you read my LJ and not the email I sent you, I am posting this here. I have no problems doing as you ask regarding the vehicle but I will not do it without a physical paper trail. My hotmail account has not changed in seven years, you can most certainly reach me there, and if you provide me with your mailing address we can get things done properly and have it not come back to bite either of us in the ass later. You most certainly did not try "every way" to get ahold of me - you didn't send me a non-certified letter in the mail to my address or my mother's, and you didn't call me at my mother's house - you certainly know the phone number.
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indifferent
Check it out here and vote! Her entry is the third one on my screen, a sexy bishoujo in frilly clothes holding an apple... Here's the little pic.
Please vote for her, it would be an incredible boost for her career if she won this one! She's had her work on the front cover of the Tekkoshocon program cover for the past two years in a row, but this con is in a bigger city and seems to have some more publicity than Tekko.
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creative
That is all.
EDIT: Proof. Please ignore the actual food in there... most of it needs to be thrown out 'cause it's too old.
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amused
I wish nothing but the best for you both
A
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her
Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it?
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
- Mood:
mellow
Moon Bunny: or goth flakes, rather
Mindy: "Turns milk blacker than sadness!"
Moon Bunny: omg YES!
dragonspiritstdo: skull and cross bones shaped multi grain cereal
dragonspiritstdo: loaded with sugar and fat since your going to die anyway
dragonspiritstdo: and broken heart shaped marshmallows
dragonspiritstdo: a free razor blade in every box, for your ease in disposing of your miserable life.
Mindy: The razor blade's the "prize inside". Comes in black... black... or black!
dragonspiritstdo: cut three boxtops(handy razor included) and send in for a vial of black nail polish
- Mood: amused
B: The British are coming! The British are coming!
M: Doesn't that feel good?
A: This reminds me of my wedding night.
B1: Assume the position!
B1: My word, am i good looking!
A: Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
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bouncy
Toilet Training
Toilet Training - Squatter Style
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indescribable
Hope I did that right...
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chipper
Washer: Not Working, drain is clogged or frozen and soapy water doth get spumed all over teh basement. Suck.
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okay
- Mood: creative
- Mood: amused
My drive-by-honker went by at 9:56 last night according to my computer clock. Woo. Glad to see there's some continuity in my life somewhere!
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pissed off
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giddy
I think I'm going to get some hardcore reading in today, I got a copy of Pierce's Terrier and I've been reading it at therapy as of late. It's really good, and very easy to get sucked in to. I've been at it for a little under a week now, in half-hour sessions, and I'm about halfway done. I sat down and got a really good read in last night, but I was so tired, I'll probably have to reread everything so I remember what went on in the story. Ah well.
Also while I was in the YA section of B&N last week (Some things never change XD) I got a copy of Vivian Vande Velde's Heir Apparrent. I was a bit skeptical at first, but I had just reread another of her YA novels, Dragon's Bait and figured I'd give it a shot. Heir Apparrent is really good, it's an easy read but my tired mind doesn't mind that a whit.
I just got a package in the mail (got pulled away from the LJ to get the mail) from the District Court. Jury Duty papers. Fun. Bad news: Tekko falls right in the middle of it. ARGH. Hopefully explaining that I have a trip planned for dead smack in the middle of the trial will get them to take me off the jury list. *crosses fingers*
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annoyed
I had an MRI on my left elbow last week, I'm not crazy, there's an inflamed tendon in my elbow which has been the source of some of my pain issues. I know it sounds awful, but I'm actually relieved that there's something wrong in there... I know I'm not going crazy, it's not all in my head. I just want to get better and get on with my fucking life...
So I went to therapy yesterday afternoon, and sometimes I swear, I'm just going to get tortured. The stim, I can tolerate most days. The stretching, not so bad. The gym? Some days it's good, others, I want to cry like a baby. Now that the doc prescribed this steroid med, though, I just can't handle it. The meds themselves, no problem. The machine they use to administer it, though... I'd almost rather a needle directly into the muscle in the crook of my elbow. It feels like acid on my flesh when it gets turned on... I just can't handle the burning. They turned the little machine on as low as it could go and I still couldnt handle it. It's supposed to administer 4ml of meds thru the skin in about 20 minutes or so, on regular setting. Luckily, they had battery-operated, disposable versions of the machine in the bottom of the drawer. Instead of taking 20 minutes, it takes 6 hours, and the voltage is so low I couldn't feel it at all. When it came off though, the sticky was so strong it broke the capillaries on the inside of my elbow and I'm bruised like a heroin addict LOL. However, for all the shit to get the meds in me... I slept really well for the first time in a LONG while last night.
Progress is good though, slowly but surely I'm recovering. It's just taking it's sweet time about it.
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frustrated
Every night for the past three weeks, at just around ten PM, someone drives by on Sugar Hollow Road and lays on the horn as they pass the state/white church/hawk intersection. It honestly doesn't bother me, but I'm curious to know if the honking is directed at me, by someone that thinks a bit of noisemaking is going to keep me from my slumber (which it doesn't, I never sleep till late anyway), or if it's directed at the house diagonal from me with the dogs and kids.
Oh well. Idiots abound in the Poconos, and if someone gets their rocks off on a nightly basis by playing with their automobile horn, so be it.
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