Still snowing. Fucking BURIED in snow. Only getting worse. Mcsuck.
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In 2008,
Give some crafts to charity. Cut down on my writing. Tell my family about recipes. Stop knitting with Drink four glasses of nightwish every day. Find a new eeyore. 8:30-God, I'm tired. I go to bed tired, I wake up tired, I spend the entire day in a fog...yeah, that's the drill. *sigh* I wish it wasn't, to tell you the truth-I'd love to be able to go through the day without feeling it pressing down on me. I think I might go back to bed for a few hours, get some extra shut-eye. SEE HELLBOY II-seriously. It rocked. That is all. Home from work...kinda bored. So we have the internet. It's nice to be able to do stuff from home-catch up on my webcomics, stories, etc. And I don't really feel like I'm wasting time. I'm bored as hell though, just because I'm here with nothing in particular to do. I almost want to go to work just so I will have something to do, but I know that it'll just be a headache. And after all the things I did this weekend to get rid of the headache-i.e., relaxing and getting my back cracked, I don't want to re-induce it prematurely. You know...I'm watching "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", and it's the scene where their families meet...and that's so going to be what happens when his family and mine meet. Except with wine instead of ouzo. I've realized why I like Beth Hart so much...I've always, always bottled everything inside. Rage, pain, love, laughter-it doesn't come out easily, and really only with the people that can even see this ever actually see a lot of that stuff. My mother tells me that Joel and I should mesh personalities and then just split it-I don't trust anyone and he trusts everyone. But I digress. If I'm alone in the car, I just slap one of her cds in and just wail along with it-it gets rid of so much of that that I feel a million times better when I get out of the car. and there's a headline on yahoo that says "experts worry Santa sends wrong body message to children"...sure puts me right in the christmas fucking spirit, let me tell you what. Rose-"How did it feel?" I have a very, very bratty kitty who wants Mommy to pay attention to her RIGHT NOW. I...don't really know what to say today. Just that we decided as a family this morning that Golda really had no quality of life left, especially after last night, and that when the vet's office opened at 9, Mom and Dad were going to take her down and have her put to sleep. I went to say goodbye to her before I left for work-I got down on the ground and hugged her and petted her, told her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me, and tried to itch her back and belly like she likes...she didn't even move, just kind of laid there and looked at me, as if to say "please, I can't do this anymore, it hurts too much." The itchiest dog on the planet and she didn't even move...so I went to work. Called home about 11 to see if it was over and to tell Mom and Dad about the offer he made me...Mom said that yes, it was, and that Dad did it himself. Here. He said "she's my dog and I love her, and it would hurt her and scare her too much to take her down to the vet's to do it, so I will take care of it." I hugged him when I got home, and told him that he's the bravest person I'll ever know because I could never do that. Bucky looks for her every time he goes outside, and I can't stop crying, so I'll stop now so that I don't short out my keyboard. Awww, Madeleine L'Engle died. Very sad :( God, I hate being sick. *sigh* So, it took them four questions to determine this. I could have told them that fifteen or so years ago.
http://www.littlefetish.com Great website.
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