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is it monday already?
yes, i know i missed Muffin's Letter this week, but i had permission. i'll probably post it mid-week.
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so. i don't really have much to blog about. shocking, eh?
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i'm feeling better, but i slept a lot. drinking water (ick. i heard fish fuck in it. i can't get that image out of my head) and paying attention to myself. it's a lot of work. when you're young, you're on autopilot and other things (and people) seem to take precedence.
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i've had one writing gig go down the tubes, and another one pop up again (with the potential bonus of learning new stuffages.) i'm still stuck in a technical Black Hole that is frustrating the ever-loving shit out of me, no matter how i look at it or from which angle, i'm not getting it. GAH. i've run out of cuss words and have moved on to a Total Headache. anyone that has any knowledge of WordPress and how to install the bitching thing on a web site, feel free to email me. PLEASE. it's on there, in my SQL database, but i think it's configured wrong. oh hell, i don't know.
this is worse than the lawnmower.
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ah, but without failure, how would we know success?
i will persevere.
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there's some Suspicious Activity going on across the street. it's a trailer, and it was condemned and posted for no trespassing, but over the last few weeks people have been over there and cleaning it up. it looks a lot better; the grass is cut, they've cleaned up the yard, and they had an orange electrical cord running from the trailer to the house next to it. lots of people have been coming and going.
it looks like someone's living there. they took the legal signs out of the windows, and friday night, a Pimpmobile (with really cool rims) stopped in the middle of the street. a man came out of the trailer, and got in the car, but sat there for about four or five minutes, then hopped out and practically danced back to the trailer, and the Pimpmobile took off. now, you do the math.
the owner stopped by yesterday and they were on the roof, blowing off debris (i had to laugh, because they're such GUYS. they blew all that shit off the roof and the front door was wide open. heh) and he made them put the signs back in the window. i don't know what that's all about, but the neighbor next to us called the city. she's fired up, because she "don't want no crackheads or hos in her neighborhood."
me, either.
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i've got a headache, a business meeting at six, and Dancing With The Stars at seven. i roasted a chicken, and the kitchen smells good. it's overcast and icky out, and i have no intention of wearing anything but my jammies today.
more cat pictures
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
****
so. i don't really have much to blog about. shocking, eh?
****
i'm feeling better, but i slept a lot. drinking water (ick. i heard fish fuck in it. i can't get that image out of my head) and paying attention to myself. it's a lot of work. when you're young, you're on autopilot and other things (and people) seem to take precedence.
****
i've had one writing gig go down the tubes, and another one pop up again (with the potential bonus of learning new stuffages.) i'm still stuck in a technical Black Hole that is frustrating the ever-loving shit out of me, no matter how i look at it or from which angle, i'm not getting it. GAH. i've run out of cuss words and have moved on to a Total Headache. anyone that has any knowledge of WordPress and how to install the bitching thing on a web site, feel free to email me. PLEASE. it's on there, in my SQL database, but i think it's configured wrong. oh hell, i don't know.
this is worse than the lawnmower.
****
ah, but without failure, how would we know success?
i will persevere.
****
there's some Suspicious Activity going on across the street. it's a trailer, and it was condemned and posted for no trespassing, but over the last few weeks people have been over there and cleaning it up. it looks a lot better; the grass is cut, they've cleaned up the yard, and they had an orange electrical cord running from the trailer to the house next to it. lots of people have been coming and going.
it looks like someone's living there. they took the legal signs out of the windows, and friday night, a Pimpmobile (with really cool rims) stopped in the middle of the street. a man came out of the trailer, and got in the car, but sat there for about four or five minutes, then hopped out and practically danced back to the trailer, and the Pimpmobile took off. now, you do the math.
the owner stopped by yesterday and they were on the roof, blowing off debris (i had to laugh, because they're such GUYS. they blew all that shit off the roof and the front door was wide open. heh) and he made them put the signs back in the window. i don't know what that's all about, but the neighbor next to us called the city. she's fired up, because she "don't want no crackheads or hos in her neighborhood."
me, either.
****
i've got a headache, a business meeting at six, and Dancing With The Stars at seven. i roasted a chicken, and the kitchen smells good. it's overcast and icky out, and i have no intention of wearing anything but my jammies today.
more cat pictures
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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