All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
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Hi. My name's hathaway.
I used to blog here but then I went away because of stuff and other things. I think I might be back, but no promises. Not that anyone ever asked for any and really, most of the people that read my crap here knew better than to expect content and regularity. My blog is the anti-fibre.
So.. what's new with you?
My kids moved out and it's kinda cool. I'm not suffering empty-nest syndrome because they live just a few blocks from me, in a property that we own. My daughter still shows up to pass out on the couch and her dog lives with us. My son I don't get to see as much but I regularly text him to remind him he owes rent. They're good level-headed kids so I don't worry too much. I've already turned their rooms into an office and a guest room, and I don't have to share the coffee. It's all good.
My dogs are assholes. Still.
NHL is currently locked out. Assholes, too.
Talking about maybe-age-related health issues with Brit tonight. I hate getting older, blah. Which reminds me, I think I need new glasses. And a new knee.
I have a friend that keeps sleeping with my imaginary boyfriends. Maybe not THEM-them, but definitely their proxies. *sigh* I'd be pissed if she wasn't giving me the very detailed details. Heh.
Slight headache happening due to a sinus cold. I think some cold meds and wine are the prescription for tonight. Most nights, if I'm honest ;)
soundtrack: Beth Hart - "I'll Take Care of You" (12MB)
I used to blog here but then I went away because of stuff and other things. I think I might be back, but no promises. Not that anyone ever asked for any and really, most of the people that read my crap here knew better than to expect content and regularity. My blog is the anti-fibre.
So.. what's new with you?
My kids moved out and it's kinda cool. I'm not suffering empty-nest syndrome because they live just a few blocks from me, in a property that we own. My daughter still shows up to pass out on the couch and her dog lives with us. My son I don't get to see as much but I regularly text him to remind him he owes rent. They're good level-headed kids so I don't worry too much. I've already turned their rooms into an office and a guest room, and I don't have to share the coffee. It's all good.
My dogs are assholes. Still.
NHL is currently locked out. Assholes, too.
Talking about maybe-age-related health issues with Brit tonight. I hate getting older, blah. Which reminds me, I think I need new glasses. And a new knee.
I have a friend that keeps sleeping with my imaginary boyfriends. Maybe not THEM-them, but definitely their proxies. *sigh* I'd be pissed if she wasn't giving me the very detailed details. Heh.
Slight headache happening due to a sinus cold. I think some cold meds and wine are the prescription for tonight. Most nights, if I'm honest ;)
soundtrack: Beth Hart - "I'll Take Care of You" (12MB)
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