OH DO NOT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SHOUTING! I HAVE BEEN SHOUTING IN MY BRAIN ALL DAY LONG, AS SOME KIND BUNNIES CAN ATTEST!

FAMILY CAN SOMETIMES MAKE TROUBLE. THOSE WHO HURT THE FEELINGS OF MY LOVED ONES ENRAGE ME. GRRRRRRRRR.

(But good on you for the solid workout! I've done my physical therapy exercises, and I'm about to head out for a little walk, I hope. )

I JUST THREW TOGETHER A PASTA SALAD SO WE CAN HAVE A COLD DINNER ON A HOT NIGHT, AND IT IS UNSATISFACTORY. I AM DISPLEASED.

I CAN'T FIND VOLUME 21 OF THE TRIAL RECORD TO GET THIS BRIEF FINISHED. MY PERSONAL LIFE HAS COLLAPSED WITHOUT WARNING. IT'S BEAUTIFUL, SUNNY AND *WARM* OUTDOORS, BUT SO COLD IN MY OFFICE MY FINGERNAILS HAVE TURNED BLUE. I CAN'T FIND THE $20 I SUPPOSEDLY STASHED IN MY WALLET AND I JUST SPILLED COFFEE ON MY NOTES.

anyone else remember the Simpsons episode where Marge gives up on Bart and he hangs out with Mrs. Van Houten and says "tell me I'm good?". It feels kinda like that

I'm gonna do a braggy shout:

AT THE STORE TODAY, TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE COMPLIMENTED ME ON MY "BEAUTIFUL" AND "WELL-BEHAVED" CHILDREN!

YAY FOR THE LITTLE ROSSIS AND YAY FOR PEOPLE WHO SAY NICE THINGS TO STRANGERS!!!!!

CRUSH: YOU ARE GOOD.

THE LITTLE ROSSIS SOUND DELIGHTFUL! YOU SHOULD BRING THEM WHEN YOU RUN AWAY TO VISIT ME. I WILL PLAY WITH THEM WHILE YOU AND CARMINA HAVE A WHISKEY SOUR.

MY WALK WAS SUCCESSFUL. I WALKED OUTSIDE IN THE SUNNY WORLD, TO THE STORE AND BACK, WITH LITTLE PAIN. THIS IS REASONABLY NOVEL.

NOW I AM HOME WITH AN ICEPACK ON MY BACK, JUST IN CASE.

ON SECOND THOUGHT, THIS PASTA SALAD IS PRETTY GOOD, AND WILL DOUBTLESS IMPROVE UPON CHILLING. THE PASTA SALAD HAS ESCAPED MY WRATH.

ALSO, FAMILY IS GOOD TO HAVE, AND EVERYONE SCREWS UP ONCE IN A WHILE. OKAY, THEN. NOW I HAVE TO WONDER WHY I'M SHOUTING!

Crush: YOU ARE GOOD!

THANK YOU ELSA AND JROSSI!

IT IS RAINING, AND THE DOG WANTS TO GO OUTSIDE. I WONDER ABOUT DOGS.

MY HIPS HURTS! I FEEL FLABBY! EVERYTHING IS A MESS! (WELL, ALMOST.)

THE DOG WENT OUTSIDE AND THE THUNDER SCARED HER, SO NOW SHE'S BACK, ROLLING AROUND IN HER BLANKETS.

I WANT TO ROLL AROUND WITH TWINKIE!

WHY IS MOVING SO HARD? IT SOUNDS TOTALLY SIMPLE AND IT'S NOT.

ALL I NEED SOMEONE TO DO IS TO MAGICALLY PACK ALL MY STUFF UP AND DROP IT OFF IN PORTLAND, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE THAT I ONLY PACK ABOUT THREE BOXES PER DAY - I HAVE ALL DAY, SURELY I CAN GO FASTER THAN THAT? I'M MISSING THE WHOLE SUMMER TRYING TO MOVE!

(Crush-onastick)

thinks halonine probably gives good hugs

((((CRUSH)))) AND HERE IS A SWEATER, TOO. :)

BUMMER ON THE UNCONTROLLABLE RICE, EJ!

I DECIDED SINCE NO ONE HAS STEPPED UP TO BE MY "BOSS" AT THIS SUCKY ASS CONTRACT, THAT I WILL BE MY OWN BOSS. SO I WENT OUT AND GOT A 2G USB STICK, COPIED THE FILES I NEEDED FROM THE DRIVE I COULDN'T ACCESS B/C THEY DIDN'T SET MY SHIT UP YET, AND WENT HOME TO WORK. THEY ALL SAID, "OK!" HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!

I AM TOOTING MY OWN HORN BECAUSE MY WISEASS "MISSED CONNECTION" GOT A SHOUT-OUT ON WONKETTE! (second item) WooT!

I HAVE A HUGE HEADACHE AND LAID DOWN FOR A NAP, ASKING MY BOYFRIEND TO WAKE ME IN 45 MINUTES. HE THOUGHT HE KNEW WHAT WAS BETTER FOR MY BODY AND LET ME SLEEP TWO HOURS. NOW I'M ALL GROGGY AND MY CONTACTS ARE STUCK TO MY EYEBALLS AND MY HEADACHE IS WORSE. HE ALWAYS DOES THIS, LETS ME SLEEP LONGER THAN I WANT/NEED TO SLEEP. I CAN'T TRUST HIM TO WAKE ME WHEN I WANT TO BE WOKEN, BUT HE JUST LAUGHS IT OFF.

IT TURNS OUT THAT THE MAMZERIM DID DAMAGE AT LEAST ONE OF MY CARPETS--IT WASN'T SCOTCH GUARD BUT SOMETHING ELSE!!! I'VE BEEN GOING TO THE HAPPY ENDING READINGS(SET IN A FORMER MASSAGE PARLOR) EVERY SO OFTEN IN CHINATOWN SINCE THEY STARTED, BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAD ATTITUDE--I HADN'T EATEN ANYTHING ALL DAY, A WELL-KNOWN DUMPLING PLACE IS HALF A BLOCK AWAY AND THE SNOTTY MANAGER SAID I COULDN'T EAT MINE "BECAUSE OF THE ODOR"--THE LAST TIME I WAS IN I DIDN'T HAVE HASSLES. ALISON BECHDEL READ FROM FUN HOME AND BROUGHT IN SMELLING SALTS, WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN STUCK UNDER HIS NOSE!!!! I TRIED LOOKING UP MY UNCLE'S NUMBER, BUT HE'S NO LONGER LISTED------------I'LL EMAIL MY BROTHER EVEN THOUGH I KNOW WHAT A SMUG LITTLE SHIT HE IS!!!!! MY EYES HAVE CLEARED UP, BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE CEMENT HAS BEEN POURED INTO MY SINUSES AND THAT MY WINDPIPE HAS BEEN STAPLED AND RIPPED OPEN!!!! I HAVEN'T BEEN INVITED ANYWHERE FOR THE 4TH AND AM NOT WILLING TO STAND IN ONE SPOT FOR SEVERAL HOURS WAITING FOR THE FIREWORKS!!!!! I NEED TO BE HELD BY SOMEONE I TRUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'M VERY LATE FOR THIS THREAD, BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M IN A FUCKING AOL CHATROOM. please, babyjesus, make them stop with the yelling.