please do it for me
Jul. 12th, 2005 05:12 pmWhy is that when you need dental floss, you can't find it? Is it some conspiracy thought up by the dentists of the world? It must be. *whines*
It's like seven billion degrees up here, and I'm melting, and the AC is taking its sweet time cooling this place off.
Finally saw A Series of Unfortunate Events. Where ya been all my life, huh? Klaus owns my soul, Sunny bit Mom's, and Violet's pretty spiffy too. Oh such a visual movie. Be still my heart. My heart does not listen, no she does not.
My heart does say if it doesn't cool off really soon, I'm going to go crawl in the freezer and die, or go outside and melt nice and proper. None of this middle ground crap.
Which reminds me. The other day when my father threw out my stuff, I retrieved the boxes and was looking forward to sorting through them. I finally peeked and realized that with a few exceptions, I wouldn't have cried over losing much of this stuff. I don't think the seven year stint in storage of one shape or another did the stuff much good. One box is from my old desk, which if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll cry over. *does just that* Only... it's a bunch of books I never really read and junk that was shoved under the desk. So... the thought of upsetting any spiders that reside in the box isn't exactly making me want to go digging for a gem or three that might exist. Siiiigh.
Really, really hot. Even shorts cannot save me from this fate.
*dies*
Know what I miss the most during summer, other than not working and not worrying about work? Salute Your Shorts.
It's like seven billion degrees up here, and I'm melting, and the AC is taking its sweet time cooling this place off.
Finally saw A Series of Unfortunate Events. Where ya been all my life, huh? Klaus owns my soul, Sunny bit Mom's, and Violet's pretty spiffy too. Oh such a visual movie. Be still my heart. My heart does not listen, no she does not.
My heart does say if it doesn't cool off really soon, I'm going to go crawl in the freezer and die, or go outside and melt nice and proper. None of this middle ground crap.
Which reminds me. The other day when my father threw out my stuff, I retrieved the boxes and was looking forward to sorting through them. I finally peeked and realized that with a few exceptions, I wouldn't have cried over losing much of this stuff. I don't think the seven year stint in storage of one shape or another did the stuff much good. One box is from my old desk, which if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll cry over. *does just that* Only... it's a bunch of books I never really read and junk that was shoved under the desk. So... the thought of upsetting any spiders that reside in the box isn't exactly making me want to go digging for a gem or three that might exist. Siiiigh.
Really, really hot. Even shorts cannot save me from this fate.
*dies*
Know what I miss the most during summer, other than not working and not worrying about work? Salute Your Shorts.
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Date: 2005-07-13 12:59 am (UTC)