tiredI'm kind of in shock right, I know Joe M.'s been warning about it, but still. I guess we get an Atlantis Movie, but man, this blows.
depressedMy co-worker had a meeting set for 8:30 am. At 8:32, he came out of his office and peered out of the window, looking exactly like Snoopy imitating a vulture and wondering where his customers were. TWO MINUTES LATE, yes. He stands at a slanty hunchy slouch always. His monitor is ALWAYS at a downward slant. And no, he doesn’t have osteoporosis, he’s a VULTURE with OCD. I “adjusted” his monitor for him today. Repeatedly. To an angle that's maybe not so desirable for vultures.
My other co-worker hates his ex-wife with a dripping hatred. I know this because I've heard about it almost every day FOR YEARS. When he was on the phone with the ex, I heard his lovely raised voice in the BATHROOM. Down the hall.
The boss’s wife? Never makes a mistake. EXCEPT WHEN SHE DOES. And I sit next to her. Allll day long.
See this?

This is the woolly hackberry aphid. It covers itself in a blue-white waxy substance. It’s not particularly harmful to the hackberry tree, but it produces this lovely sugary sticky STUFF called honeydew (see it on the leaf below).
For three summers, the hackberry tree over the parking lot at work has had aphids. I came in this morning to find them flying on the breeze, literally hundreds. The honeydew made the pavement a little shiny, and the bottom of my shoes made sticky sounds on the pavement and stairs. I scraped hackberry leaves off the soles of my shoes, stuck there with the honeydew. (Is anybody else ALSO not appreciating the word honeydew yet?) Anyway, I went in and I had white fuzzy aphid spots all in my hair. Aphids in my hair has become a daily event, but this swarm today was irritating enough that I read a little about the buggers. I had no idea that the sappy shit I couldn’t get off my windowshield even when using the wipers and windshield wash (it just went to whitish smears) was actually BUG EXCRETION. I thought the hackberry was sappy, see. I didn't think it was BUG EXCRETION. But live and learn, yes.
Tonight my daughter stepped on my new pair of glasses and bent the frames and busted both lenses out. NEW. It wasn’t her fault. I put them down on the piano for about 20 minutes. I thought they’d be okay there for a few minutes. Then the cat apparently jumped on the piano and knocked them off. And Rach stepped on them.
Note to self: nobody around here likes feta on their salad. They like MACARONI. Except for my husband. He likes meat. And more meat.
And more meat.
And more meat.
The dog down the alleyway hates my dog and I. He’s like a little brown hyena with his bared teeth and wrinkled muzzle. When he gets out of his fence, he skulks silently behind and tries to catch and kill me (and my dog, who is too old for such shit). He barked at me again this evening when I left the house because I was upset about my glasses. He sounds hoarse and hateful.
After the workday and making dinner and cleaning and going to the store and calling the Brownie troop leader and calling the mom of my daughter’s friends and asking if they could spend the night Friday because one of my daughters is having a birthday and she wanted a sleepover, my husband asked me to do ONE. MORE. THING.
Tomorrow I will:
Grab my co-worker and yank his arms back until he stands up straight or his back breaks, whichever comes first. Call his customers and tell them the meeting time has been changed. Tell the boss’s wife to NOT SPEAK ANYMORE, EVER, then stuff her mouth full of aphids. I will tell the ex-wife hater co-worker to stuff his tuna sandwich up his ass. I will set fire to the aphid tree, shoot my cat and feed him to the meat-eating husband. I won't care that my glasses are canted crazily - I will WEAR THEM and smile about it, fuck it. I'll put extra feta on everybody’s salad, and when I walk my dog through the alleyway I will snap the brown dog's neck really loudly. I’ll come home with a 1.5 ft. dildo and stroke it while laughing right at my husband’s crotch, then go four doors down to steal the neighbor's Impala and take my dildo to Florida, drinking non-stop the whole way.
And that's just tomorrow.
( Doctor Who: Gridlock )
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Title: And I'm Fractured From The Fall
Characters: Boone
Rating: PG13 and utterly depressing for that matter
Disclaimer: I'm so getting tired of saying that I'd treat him better than the show has.
Word count: 1830
Summary: As soon as he hears Theresa’s scream and the dull thud that followed the noise of her fall on the steps which he heard all the way up, he feels something shatter inside him.
Spoilers: General season 1 until Do No Harm.
A/N: title stolen from a Ryan Adams song (well, a line); written for Queen
( It starts when Theresa falls down the stairs. )
contemplative1. Your favorite.
2. Your least favorite.
3. One that makes you automatically think of me.
4. One that you think I should TOTALLY use more often.
5. One that you don't get/needs more explanation/you have no idea why I have it.
Obama or McCain?
Honestly, I haven't really cared that much about this election. I'm tired of people trash talking each other. It's really stupid and isn’t helping anyone.
Well, after the Saddleback Civil Forum with Pastor Rick Warren, I think I've picked my candidate. Now people might think I’m an idiot for picking Barack Obama but that’s ok.
My mind my change but I doubt it. The forum really gave me a fresh perspective of what’s going on.
I feel betrayed by McCain. He used to be someone I respected for being a Republican but not always agreeing with them. He stood for his beliefs and didn’t suck up to those in power. His answers at the forum were exactly what the people wanted to hear but not what he’s been saying during his career.
He had simple answers at the forum. Like I believe marriage is between a man and woman. Or life is created at conception. It’s not that I completely disagree with him on the matters of abortion or gay marriage. I feel that those issues are not a simple answer. They are not clear cut. Basically I think he's full of himself to think he knows the answer to those questions of abortion and gay rights.
People may ridicule Obama for his answers, which were not clear or final. And saying that determining when life is created was “above his pay grade”, may not have been wise. But from his answers during his campaign and this forum, he seems like a man who really thinks about the issues.
His lack luster answers at the Forum may be due to the fact that he knew what he had to say was not what this conservative audience wanted to hear. I think he stayed true to himself but kept his answers brief.
Just by the look on his face, you could tell he knew he wasn’t going to win the conservative right. But I commend him for attempting to reach out to an audience who is leaning more towards McCain.
Obama is a Christian. He said he was and if you doubt what he says, that’s fine. No one can really know what is in someone else’s heart. But I believe he is saved. For me personally, that is a plus but even if he wasn't I'd still vote for him.
People have been saying to vote you conscience, your beliefs. I am. I believe in open-mindedness and acceptance.
In the candidate I vote for I am not looking for perfection. I am not looking for someone who thinks they have all the answers and can solve everything.
I want a president that will take the problem and actually think about it. Someone who when presented with a bill won’t just sign or veto it (because his party wants him to). He will take a moment to think of its effect on the American people.
Right now, Barack Obama seems to be that person.
I thought it would be interesting to write what I think at this moment. So that when I do vote in November, I can see how I have changed. It could be very educational.
I escaped from Starbase Sgflutegirl!
I killed Evangeline1138 the maintenance droid, Ambassador Skater G8r, Saladscream the space pirate, Ellex42 the engineer, Parrotcrazy the medibot, Leonidaslion the nutrivend drinks machine and Mystic Spn Recs the tribble.
I salvaged a SPACEM forcefield generator, a Notsofunnywhenian raygun, a Kelliferkian artefact, an Ugahillian raygun, an actinglithium crystal, an EXITMUSIC---120 phaser and 63 galacticredits.
Score: 298
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Prywatnego Jareda, całych pięciu sezonów Supernaturala, miliona miejsc na ikonki, Sama Winchestera, Impali, dużo Adamas moments w ostatnich odcinkach BSG, dużo slashu wszędzie, prywatnego Batmana, Jareda&Jensena w Polsce, ewentualnie Ciebie w Stanach, dużo wena, zero kryzysu, świetnych tekstów i słów, które się same układają w zdania i jeszcze raz J2!
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accomplished( spoilers under here )
depressedTransferring data from my old computer didn't quite work the way I wanted it to. I have some 90+ episodes of TV shows that are still on my harddrive because they were too big to be transferred easily. Especially after I'd already spent 4 hours getting my graphics, textures and photos to the new laptop.
But I finally have my photoshop back, also MSN and AIM are working without any problems now, so I'm happy :D
The bank sent me an email today. I have an interview for the job on August 28. Sounds good, I'd really like that job. (And I will need one, I'm running out of money so fast living on my own.)
okay( It had been far too long )
Title: Room Without Love
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Charlie/Claire
Word Count:
Disclaimer: If Lost was mine it'd never have come to this point.
Summary: It’s not fun, when you find out how much you really love someone just when they’re gone.
Spoilers: for the S4 finale.
A/N: for Queen
( “Hey, we have a pretty cozy and nifty zombie club there. I’d invite you sometimes but you know, I’d rather have you alive.” )
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