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gillianinoz. If I can figure out how to return the favor I will. If I can't, I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful beginning to the New Year.
Also, Happy Holidays to everyone else on my friend list as well.
Holly
Dude, write something in this thing. It's just so empty looking. And kinda orange.
Except it doesn't seem all that long from this end. Funny, that. I can honestly say, though, that my 30's were better than my 20's, and I look forward to my next decade of life.
(I can't believe I wrote that! What twaddle! But I totally am looking forward to it. I mean, I'm almost giddy about it. Someone slap me.)
Anyway, it looks to be a good b-day. Lunch with my favorite co-conspirator (waves at librarian_lady), movie with the Spawn (if he can behave himself), and dinner and dessert with the Spouse and Spawn. Plus, presents! Presents, I tell you! Yay! (No really. Someone please slap me, I'm actually annoying myself from being too damn happy. It's disgusting.)
Star Trek still wins though.
Which is why I live in a desert. A desert, I tell you! It isn't supposed to rain here. Like, hardly ever.
Rain = bad. Because rain = happy little clumps of green vegetation spewing forth freaking pollen in fits of rain induced ectasy. But, again, desert. Where it does not rain and the vegetation remains scrubby, mostly beige, and vaguely sad looking. As it should be; since, you know, fucked up sinuses.
So why the hell has it rained every damn day for the last week?!
...at least it's sort of pretty to look at.
Huh..
I'm at a loss. I have been friended by someone who is not a blood relation or someone I've personally pestered into doing it. That's just...well, hell, a shock, really.
Not that I'm offended. I'm most certainly not. Just very surprised. It's never happened to me before. If I was more prolific with posting I might not be as surprised, but I'm not much with the posting, at least in my own journal. I'm all about the comments in other peoples journals.
So...yeah. Hello to zhdynole then. I have absolutely no idea what could be of interest here but hello anyway. :::::waves in a stunned way:::::
OH! I know! It's my friend page, isn't it?! Because I think all the people on my friends page rock. So that must be it.
- Mood:
surprised
It was beyond splendid.:::gives happy sigh::::;
Plus, I'm just shocked as all hell that I lived this long. (I'm 39. Wow!)
So happy birthday to me! It was a good one.
- Mood:
happy
So, I'm looking at this silly thing and I notice that it has been over 2 years since I posted in my own journal. 2 years. Wow. I've posted on other journals with comments and such, but not mine. So I thought maybe I should. You know, just so people don't think I've gone off and gaffed or something. Then I began to stare at the nice little plank posting screen and thought to myself, "What the hell do I say?"
That's when I noticed something. Old age and senility must be setting in. Because I got nothing...nope, nada. Nothing of interest to write about. My life can't be that boring, can it?
Well, let's hope not. I mean, I like it. Usually.
So....I thought for awhile, and I came up with this.
Things people never tell you about life after 35:
I now actually need the damn bifocal glasses in order to perform certain tasks. But, nobody tells you that they can make you seasick if you wear them while moving too fast. And then your spawn laughs at you, because he thinks that's hilarious.
Holly
Yes I'm still here. No, I'm not ignoring you. In fact, I nearly put my snail mail addy right here for you before it dawned on me (just like a sunrise) that even though only you, me, and G. generally play here, it's still a public forum. So posting my actual address would make me a big, fat stupid-head.
Hence, I need your email. Or I can just do what I planned to do and call you tomorrow. Even got your number and everything. Isn't that just spiffy? I was sort of impressed with myself. Not that that's hard or anything. I'm often impressed with myself. Usually for not indulging in any homicidal urges.
So, how was your day. It's all pants here, dude.
Queen C.
I miss her so.
:::chuckles::: Sorry, G. It's just that I amuse myself so very much. So does the phone work yet? Call me. I should be home after 5:00pm today. Leaving work now to fetch the troll from Library Lady's mommy. Or call the cell if you like.
And yes I did read the Mirror of Maybe update. It was okay....but just filler, I thought. And a few tantalizing hints. I really don't think I should have had to wait months and months for just filler, but whatever...I suppose I should be glad she's still writing. It was nicely written filler after all. The woman knows how to use spell check and a beta so I'm still very grateful.
Later, oh lost sister.
Cordy, The Brain Slut
- Mood:
mischievous
http://oplink.net/~mara/fic.htm
And here is the slash sort of sequel stuff. Also, some of the best out there. Definately NOT work safe.
http://www.wraithbait.com/viewuser.p
Wow I hope those work. So, how's your day? I'm off to your mommy's now. Yes, yours. I'll tell the clan you said hi.
Queen C
- Mood: chipper
http://oplink.net/~mara/sgafic9.htm
Huzzah! I love these.
Cordy
To friends and family that have passed on before us..we miss you and love you still. Even if you were completely batshit crazy. (And they were, too.)
And to those still with us...Yay! Go us! We made it another year without succumbing to the urge of a tri-state killing spree.....or at least a string of maimings. I'm proud.
So, Goneril and Jamie, Donors and Trolls, Happy Stinking New Year! May it be a good one. With lots of really good prOn.
And cookies. 2006 should have lots of good cookies. :::smiles:::
Queen C
- Mood: mellow
If one can snark well, it means one actually has a functioning brain. One that functions well enough to have more than just autonomic responses for the basics of life. Dare I say even a brain that can think? And with so very, very, very, many pretty but stupid boys (ones with only autonomic responses...I mean really some are too stupid to even breathe) out there a little arrogance is justified. Demanded even. Necessary!
So...arrogance in my boys....so very hot. That and the fine asses.
Queen C
I have yet to face the mall, though. Thank the deity of your choice for online shopping. So, Goneril and I are going to face it together, hopfully fortified with alcohol. Huzzah! Alcohol!
So, G., We're doing this, right? Leaving the trolls at home with the Donors and going off on the Scrooge hunt?
Queen C.
- Mood:
anxious
I found you something pretty. Look at your livejournal page to go see it. A lovely lady, who is known as laytoncolt on Livejournal, made it and said I could abscond with it. There is even another in your pic files.
Did you finish the rest of the fic yet? What do you think?
Hug the troll for me.
Cordelia
Now if only there were something fun to read. With a plot. Damn it.
