Grrrrr...
yes. Very much so.
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Working on the Steven King challenge thing. 9,762 words. Lotta words. My stories are making me cry. But not in a good way. See? Very sad.
The weather here in South Jersey is very warm. It's kind of odd. I took down Christmas decorations wearing a tee-shirt. Well, and pants of course, my neighborhood isn't that liberal. I took my perfect tree to the curb. It still smelled great. It was a good tree. The giant poinsettia still looks incredible, and considering that it's living with me, this is a miracle. I'll be sad when it dies, and yes, it's going to die. No tips on keeping a poinsettia for eternity. I don't care.
I'm contemplating moving my dad from the nearly unaffordable place he's living in now to a place we can afford. I've done some research and apparentally, no such thing exists. He could live here with us, but then again, I could also stab myself in the brain and save us all a lot of trouble.
I miss my Clitney. Who else is writing it beside me and
supercaptain182? Who's writing the Brex? Why is everyone writing Bruce/Clark?
I'm so grumpy....
ETA: I'm a little less grumpy now, thank you
myownghost so please let me say that it's not that I don't like Clark/Bruce, I've read wonderful stories with the two--I'm enjoying
theclexfactor's excellent series, and
jen_in_japan's incredible stories. It's just...once upon a time Brex ruled the land, and I miss those days. *sighs, lifts her enormous head up and waves her tiny arms about. "where are you, my sisters, where have you gone?"...stumbles into the tarpit...*
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Working on the Steven King challenge thing. 9,762 words. Lotta words. My stories are making me cry. But not in a good way. See? Very sad.
The weather here in South Jersey is very warm. It's kind of odd. I took down Christmas decorations wearing a tee-shirt. Well, and pants of course, my neighborhood isn't that liberal. I took my perfect tree to the curb. It still smelled great. It was a good tree. The giant poinsettia still looks incredible, and considering that it's living with me, this is a miracle. I'll be sad when it dies, and yes, it's going to die. No tips on keeping a poinsettia for eternity. I don't care.
I'm contemplating moving my dad from the nearly unaffordable place he's living in now to a place we can afford. I've done some research and apparentally, no such thing exists. He could live here with us, but then again, I could also stab myself in the brain and save us all a lot of trouble.
I miss my Clitney. Who else is writing it beside me and
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I'm so grumpy....
ETA: I'm a little less grumpy now, thank you
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I have to say though, that this post cracked me up. It is also very warm here in Michigan, it's kinda frustrating (and creeping me out) cause, well, I just finished pulling all the cold weather clothes out of storage and now it seems pointless (65 in January!). I was picturing coming home from work and seeing my neighbor removing her decorations in a t-shirt and nothing else and I couldn't help but snicker. I almost wouldn't put it past her. ; )
Plus, the comments about the plant and not sending tips. I kill every plant that every finds its way into my home, even cactus. My family, however, all have green thumbs and are constantly giving me tips on how to keep things alive. I've tried the tips and it still didn't work so, like you, I have just become resolute that plants will look good for a small amount of time but that the extra effort is better spent elsewhere, no matter what.
Hope you feel better soon!!
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OY! Your neighbor sounds...
scaryinteresting!Yes, I'd rather not worry about killing my plants when I could better spend my time doing stuff to make my kid need therapy, or so she says--tcha! big baby!
*GRIN*