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I want this house.
Yes, you have to watch the video. The one to choose is "Probably Wouldn't Be This Way". But I want that house. I could watch the video over and over just for the house.
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Went to the funeral home last night. I am not allowed at funeral homes for people I actually knew at some point without an interpretor. I'm afraid that I freaked out Sam's grandchildren. (Not my fault. It's not a good idea to make me talk when I'm crying.)
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Watched Alone in the Dark. For those not aware of the premise of this movie, I'll sum it up for you in one short, concise sentence.
Tara Reid plays a scientist.
This movie was Bad Community Theater (where the resident beauty queen is cast as the lead role and there's one veteran with actual talent, not to mention the script was written by the director's cousin Earl) with a Hollywood budget.
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Due to some prodding at the funeral home, I am now going to my high school reunion in...a week and a half? LOL Really, I'm going for one reason: to see the shock on others' faces in light of new information. The popular crowd is apparently being a pain and not showing up. Lots of folks that one wouldn't expect are showing up. And I have been informed that one former classmate is coming with her girlfriend and their four children. Now, this is not the shocking news. I couldn't tell you for anything whether or not we had any gay guys in my class, but I had several friends that were open lesbians, and a few girls were on the verge of being "fringe element" lesbians (where it was all about being fashionable in their crowd and nothing to do with actually being a lesbian). No, in this instance apparently this is someone who no one expected to come out. And there's more! Except my mother forgets the more interesting stuff. Dang her.
This means I have to find clothing though. And I have to decide which portion I'm going to (night, day, or both), I have to hunt down a high school friend to drag with me (I'm NOT doing this alone), and I have to diet just enough to decrease the poochiness I gained back since the beach.
See, now I'm remembering why I didn't want to go to the reunion. It's a pain in the ass.
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If one more person calls this office and freaks out because one of my coworkers isn't here, I'm going to scream. Helloooooo! It's between 12 and 1! They're at lunch morons!
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My fabric is supposed to arrive today for my skirt. Ivy green dupioni silk! And I finally got a top to go with it. And shoes. And a bracelet (the hugest, clunkiest, most fabulous boho bracelet ever). And I already had earrings. I'm down to just needing a necklace and possibly some bangles to go on the other arm. Boho chic. Done with style.
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Am working on some Johnson/Harvick fun. I couldn't resist. Elliott Sadler makes a (clueless) cameo, sans accent (because there is no way in HELL to write South Boston, VA).
Yes, you have to watch the video. The one to choose is "Probably Wouldn't Be This Way". But I want that house. I could watch the video over and over just for the house.
***
Went to the funeral home last night. I am not allowed at funeral homes for people I actually knew at some point without an interpretor. I'm afraid that I freaked out Sam's grandchildren. (Not my fault. It's not a good idea to make me talk when I'm crying.)
***
Watched Alone in the Dark. For those not aware of the premise of this movie, I'll sum it up for you in one short, concise sentence.
Tara Reid plays a scientist.
This movie was Bad Community Theater (where the resident beauty queen is cast as the lead role and there's one veteran with actual talent, not to mention the script was written by the director's cousin Earl) with a Hollywood budget.
***
Due to some prodding at the funeral home, I am now going to my high school reunion in...a week and a half? LOL Really, I'm going for one reason: to see the shock on others' faces in light of new information. The popular crowd is apparently being a pain and not showing up. Lots of folks that one wouldn't expect are showing up. And I have been informed that one former classmate is coming with her girlfriend and their four children. Now, this is not the shocking news. I couldn't tell you for anything whether or not we had any gay guys in my class, but I had several friends that were open lesbians, and a few girls were on the verge of being "fringe element" lesbians (where it was all about being fashionable in their crowd and nothing to do with actually being a lesbian). No, in this instance apparently this is someone who no one expected to come out. And there's more! Except my mother forgets the more interesting stuff. Dang her.
This means I have to find clothing though. And I have to decide which portion I'm going to (night, day, or both), I have to hunt down a high school friend to drag with me (I'm NOT doing this alone), and I have to diet just enough to decrease the poochiness I gained back since the beach.
See, now I'm remembering why I didn't want to go to the reunion. It's a pain in the ass.
***
If one more person calls this office and freaks out because one of my coworkers isn't here, I'm going to scream. Helloooooo! It's between 12 and 1! They're at lunch morons!
***
My fabric is supposed to arrive today for my skirt. Ivy green dupioni silk! And I finally got a top to go with it. And shoes. And a bracelet (the hugest, clunkiest, most fabulous boho bracelet ever). And I already had earrings. I'm down to just needing a necklace and possibly some bangles to go on the other arm. Boho chic. Done with style.
***
Am working on some Johnson/Harvick fun. I couldn't resist. Elliott Sadler makes a (clueless) cameo, sans accent (because there is no way in HELL to write South Boston, VA).
