To go or not to go?
I'm looking at the bed, my freshly cleaned AO, hear the dishwasher happily humming, and seriously thinking I need to stay here tonight. Arghhh. Nooooo. I think this is just another hermit's way of getting out of being somewhere else. Which is FINE. Of course, it's not healthy for me to be with me, myself and I solomente uno for lengthy periods of time, because WE all agree that staying home good; going elswhere bad!
LJ Cut feature really works, pee-pal!!!
USE IT. GAWD. I don't wanna be all crazy, but being the word Nazi I am, the eye-strain from leeeeeengthyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy posts which I'm sure writers thereof thought clever, were so wearying that I'm seeing two of everything. WOW. MAYBE MY CHECKING ACCOUNT DOUBLED, TOO! Yeah heh...keep dreamin', vite gul. Don't get me wrong -- I enjoy reading these because they are on my friend list; unfortunately for some, however, I've chosen really bright colors (matching their journals mostly) to go with thier posts. My eyes are screaming for help right now, and I cannot for the lifeeeeee of me find my glasses (yeah, I wear 'em...so take it easy. Don't all nerds wear glasses?!). My sexay pair of spectacles were stepped on and never replaced by the evil-doer who broke 'em. I want that pair back. Grrrrrr.
Every day...every day...every day...every day I write the book
Seems that way, doesn't it? You'd think I'd try to scare up a book, or another short poem to score a quick $1k or so, but oh no; I write for free. Just ask my real life friends, particularly those who call me up, desperate, stroking me, and begging for help with a title for this, or editing that, or redesigning this and that...I think I should at least put a sign in the front proclaiming: Will write for free; sucker on board. This gives me pause, and makes me wonder why I can't say no, when the very people who call are paid to do this?! I'm gonna put my foot down (on a very sensitive body part) the next time one of 'em has the nerve to ax me. :)
Raw throat; not a good sign a-tall
I think all that yappin' during my meeting/interview thing has killed my throat. That, or the fact that I left BOTH windows open last night, all night, like some doofus who's never had a sinus infection or strep throat. Duh. I'll be on yet another Z-pac if I'm not careful. *cough* <---see? for effect, and proof that it's so sore *whine*.
Yeah, yeah...I am that girl from the commercial
Ummm K? That was two years' ago. How in the Sam Houston can locals remember a commercial -- which was uber boring -- from that long ago?! C'mon. No more "I KNEW I'd seen you from somewhere" mails. And oh no! I also did a couple of car commercials!! The NERVE of me, making money with my mouth. Hahaha. Yeah, there are a few others you might've seen me yappin' in...but that was his-story. No more in-your-face work for me. I've learned my lil lesson. You could've seen me in magazines (hell-o...my headshot's used all over the state, and for years, nationally -- this includes a few for ad pics -- so I'm sure I look familiar; kinda like Whoopi Goldberg looks familiar, too. ACH). And in here, of all places, you would think that no one would recognize. Especially with my clappy icons. :) Heh.
I think I'm falling in bed again. All 2,000 body parts are screaming for relief, I don't see any head-rubbing devices, and at least my comfy bed has a heating blanket nestled between the sheet and comforter *sigh of relief*.