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Dec. 18th, 2002 09:28 pmI swear to you all, I meant to mail my cards today. No, really, I did mean it. I just didn't do it. The depths of my suck are boundless! *g*
However, now I have all your addresses. Cards will be going out, oh yes, but they might be early Valentine's. Or just 'You guys rock, will you all move to Massachusetts and start a commune with me?' type cards. You know. The kind of thing normal people send each other all the time. Really. ;-)
Part of my problem is a fairly complete lack of Christmas-feeling. I'm very bah, humbug at the moment. Well, at this exact moment, I'm a little chilly and contemplating a chocolate-and-pens run despite the fact that I've put on my pajamas and you normally can't pry me out of the house once I'm in my pajamas. But in general? Very bah, humbug.
The sister and I went out and wandered around last night, as I had broken my ice scraper and needed a replacement. I was not brave enough to attempt Christmas shopping and yet somehow ended up with gloves, a new scarf, two ice scrapers and totally ruined Christmas surprises. The sister can't keep a secret to save her life. Also she lost the keys to my trunk somewhere in the Blockbuster parking lot. Why did I miss her again?
Oh yeah. She also made me snort milk out my nose with her left-handed grenade toss demonstration. Don't ask, just trust me--funny. And we worried that the military would take all the funny from her! So relieved to find that it didn't. Less relieved to note that she can now fire lots and lots of weapons and put me in a chokehold.
In other family news, The Grandmother has lost. Again. Haha!
Just got a letter from a mailing list saying I've been unsubscribed. Most likely, they assure me, just because I haven't indicated on my Yahoo profile that I am 'of age'. But if I tell them that I am indeed 'of age', I can be resubscribed.
Perhaps I will tell them that I am 'of age'--the Ice Age, when the sabre tooth ruled and woolly mammoth roamed! Or that I am of a future age and they should not mess with me and my listedness else I will shoot them down with my laser beams of death by beaminess! Perhaps I will tell them that I am 15 and 3 months and 29 days and Friday's Child and I'm going to get my Mom to sue them for warping my impressionable mind by allowing me access to that gayness they sometimes send me because they didn't make sure I was 18 before they sent it!--
Have been so irritable today. Send help. ;-)
However, now I have all your addresses. Cards will be going out, oh yes, but they might be early Valentine's. Or just 'You guys rock, will you all move to Massachusetts and start a commune with me?' type cards. You know. The kind of thing normal people send each other all the time. Really. ;-)
Part of my problem is a fairly complete lack of Christmas-feeling. I'm very bah, humbug at the moment. Well, at this exact moment, I'm a little chilly and contemplating a chocolate-and-pens run despite the fact that I've put on my pajamas and you normally can't pry me out of the house once I'm in my pajamas. But in general? Very bah, humbug.
The sister and I went out and wandered around last night, as I had broken my ice scraper and needed a replacement. I was not brave enough to attempt Christmas shopping and yet somehow ended up with gloves, a new scarf, two ice scrapers and totally ruined Christmas surprises. The sister can't keep a secret to save her life. Also she lost the keys to my trunk somewhere in the Blockbuster parking lot. Why did I miss her again?
Oh yeah. She also made me snort milk out my nose with her left-handed grenade toss demonstration. Don't ask, just trust me--funny. And we worried that the military would take all the funny from her! So relieved to find that it didn't. Less relieved to note that she can now fire lots and lots of weapons and put me in a chokehold.
In other family news, The Grandmother has lost. Again. Haha!
Just got a letter from a mailing list saying I've been unsubscribed. Most likely, they assure me, just because I haven't indicated on my Yahoo profile that I am 'of age'. But if I tell them that I am indeed 'of age', I can be resubscribed.
Perhaps I will tell them that I am 'of age'--the Ice Age, when the sabre tooth ruled and woolly mammoth roamed! Or that I am of a future age and they should not mess with me and my listedness else I will shoot them down with my laser beams of death by beaminess! Perhaps I will tell them that I am 15 and 3 months and 29 days and Friday's Child and I'm going to get my Mom to sue them for warping my impressionable mind by allowing me access to that gayness they sometimes send me because they didn't make sure I was 18 before they sent it!--
Have been so irritable today. Send help. ;-)
