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Jun. 12th, 2006 09:18 am150 email. Comments are... still not responded to *fail!*, but I did just finally make it through the main reading filter (catch up since like ...Thursday, Wheeee! DDD:) so I've been responding to posts...um, not as much as I should, but I'm trying.
Um. Yes. Heh.
Parents = HOME OMG HOME
Gma = Parent's responsibility once again. (Not that I don't love her, but still. Holy shit. *falls over*)
My Daily Commute = SHORTER BY LIKE 25 MINUTES. DEAR GOD I LOVE MY APARTMENT
Girlfriend = ...sleeping in my bed. Punk. *totally not jealous of the college kid, wut*
Certain Writing Things = Going to do them. Um. Tonight. Yes.
Bedroom = Hasn't been slept in for three weeks andis a complete disaster should probably be picked up tonight sometime.
Status As Human Being = totally not in jeopardy any more now that I'm home again. Whew.
In other news, my sister leaves for India (Calcutta, ohmygod) a week from today. She'll be gone for seven weeks while she works with lepers and is generally a better human being than I am. Seriously, it puts the whole redundancy of an HR job in real perspective. Also, that and the fact that driving on the 805 North this there were two people on the overpass just before the 52 connector standing next to two things.
Thing the first --> Really Big American Flag
Thing the Second -->
in a 6x14 kind of format. Totally not compensating for something either.
DOT DOT FUCKING DOT PEOPLE
Right. I have a deadline today, and when the roommate drove by 20minutes after I did she said there were cops giving these to FUCKING IDIOTS a talking to, so I'm not going to get into this right now. But. Oh My God. OhmyGod. Oh. My. God. OhMyGod!
Steam. Coming out of my ears. And, yes. There are people on my flist who probably agree with them. And, yes, very sorry if you think I'm some sort of commie sympathizer and whatever. Right, yes. You all keep on keepin' on. I'm going to be zen, at least until the end of the day, and then there will probably be a minor rant about this. Though. Actually. I feel a lot better already. AND THOSE MORONS WERE SLOWING DOWN TRAFFIC TO BOOT. WAVING LIKE IDIOTS AND SMILING LIKE THEY ACTUALLY CARE. Hoo... *deep breath*
Yes. Working, working. And then Writing Certain Things. Woot.
Um. Yes. Heh.
Parents = HOME OMG HOME
Gma = Parent's responsibility once again. (Not that I don't love her, but still. Holy shit. *falls over*)
My Daily Commute = SHORTER BY LIKE 25 MINUTES. DEAR GOD I LOVE MY APARTMENT
Girlfriend = ...sleeping in my bed. Punk. *totally not jealous of the college kid, wut*
Certain Writing Things = Going to do them. Um. Tonight. Yes.
Bedroom = Hasn't been slept in for three weeks and
Status As Human Being = totally not in jeopardy any more now that I'm home again. Whew.
In other news, my sister leaves for India (Calcutta, ohmygod) a week from today. She'll be gone for seven weeks while she works with lepers and is generally a better human being than I am. Seriously, it puts the whole redundancy of an HR job in real perspective. Also, that and the fact that driving on the 805 North this there were two people on the overpass just before the 52 connector standing next to two things.
Thing the first --> Really Big American Flag
Thing the Second -->
DOT DOT FUCKING DOT PEOPLE
Right. I have a deadline today, and when the roommate drove by 20minutes after I did she said there were cops giving these to FUCKING IDIOTS a talking to, so I'm not going to get into this right now. But. Oh My God. OhmyGod. Oh. My. God. OhMyGod!
Steam. Coming out of my ears. And, yes. There are people on my flist who probably agree with them. And, yes, very sorry if you think I'm some sort of commie sympathizer and whatever. Right, yes. You all keep on keepin' on. I'm going to be zen, at least until the end of the day, and then there will probably be a minor rant about this. Though. Actually. I feel a lot better already. AND THOSE MORONS WERE SLOWING DOWN TRAFFIC TO BOOT. WAVING LIKE IDIOTS AND SMILING LIKE THEY ACTUALLY CARE. Hoo... *deep breath*
Yes. Working, working. And then Writing Certain Things. Woot.