I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
This is incredible. It’s like finding a friend on fast-forward, though we’ve been emailing for months. And the extent of the connection! She understands even when I don’t say it well. She thinks my weird old house is cool, she thinks I and my writing are incredible, Hope adores her, she makes me laugh till […]
Tonight… My friend is flying in from Ohio tonight. She’ll be here at 10. We’ve been text-messaging as she comes across the country, when she isn’t on a plane, of course. It’s pretty neat. If I could get just text-messaging, maybe I’d be a little more inclined to remember to charge my cell phone. Okay,
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Yes, my birthday was lovely, thanks for asking. One of my co-workers sent out an email saving me the trouble, *grin*, and another gave me a cute little birthday mug full of chocolate so anyone who could read but didn’t read emails would know. Between that and the countdown to Bly dwindling rapidly to Day
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$1600 for a carburetor? I paid $1500 for the car!! Hmm. Or did I pay $1500 for a carburetor, and get a free car with it? Either way, I don’t think I’ll pay to repair it. I think that one-time-only emissions waiver is the way to go, and then I will (I hope) buy a
I have located the wonderful ingredient that made a certain frozen burrito irresistible to me. And I’m glad, because those durned things are very bad for me. The ingredient is the poblano pepper. I followed a recipe from www.savingdinner.com (go check it out!) and made a poblano sauce for my steak the other night, and
I tried to blog, honest! It said it hated me. Okay, so what it actually said was some damn thing about a runtime error, but that’s just computer language for “I hate you and I wish you would go away.” So I did. For one day. And I sent flowers and chocolates and now my
Ooh, pretty… I have a new wallpaper. And a new screen saver. You have to check out this site. Digital Blasphemy Awesome, ne? Hope just keeps saying she can’t believe it’s not real. I find they spark my imagination. Not in a “I wonder what would happen if…” kind of way, but just–I enjoy them