classically trained to rock your freakin' socks off
this book i'm reading is really crappy. that's a good thing though, because it means i have a chance of getting published.
as of tomorrow night, i'll be an only child again... wooooo!
snow, snow, snow
i painted tonight for the first time in a while. it was actually kind of good. i think i like acrylics (we didn't have any solvent for oil paints).
time to take a bath and hope there's hot water
as of tomorrow night, i'll be an only child again... wooooo!
snow, snow, snow
i painted tonight for the first time in a while. it was actually kind of good. i think i like acrylics (we didn't have any solvent for oil paints).
time to take a bath and hope there's hot water
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By the way, guess what I got?
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and as for guessing what you got....:
syphillis?
another guinea pig?
a car that runs?
a job at Tuesday Morning?
Mr Mills home address and phone number???!!!
Voice mail on your cell phone (finally)?
oh, wait! a live journal. i get it!
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Ugh, I just used a smiley.
In answer to your guesswork:
I hope not
No, one's just great
My car always ran, it just didn't stop
Nope
Hell no, but I did see him at Quizno's last week
Nope, trashed the cell phone, worthless expensive piece of garbage amenity
Hey, I do have a Livejournal! Nice going Maddie, you get a micron of my undying respect for your efforts.
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Did you really see the leperachaun at quizno's? did he... talk to you?
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No he didn't, thank the heavens. *shudder*
By that micron comment I didn't mean to imply that that's all the respect I have for you, just all that you can claim by succeeding at that exercise, which was, we both know, exceedingly simple. Also, keep in mind that molecular units of respect are subject to the laws of radioactive decay.
But, as a writer I find I waver between inflated bordering on megalomaniacal regards to my work, countered by the other extreme of regarding it as absolute trash not worth the strands of binary conveying it across the world wide web. Also, part of the reason I engaged this was because I have difficulty hunkering down to read from other sources, which likely at least partly explains why nobody would really have any interest in reading anything I wrote. Oh well, sense of accomplishment at "immortalizing" one's vision.
I should stop communicating online, because the medium makes it very difficult to know if I am coming across as an asshole. However, we shall chill at some point in the future, barring catastrophe.
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