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I'm in love for the first time
And you know it's gonna last


It's a love that lasts forevah
It's a love that has no past
 
Well, that explains the 30 minutes. Now the fucking thing is frozen and the door is locked and holding my workclothes hostage. :mad:
 
"I am not unhappy."

"But are you happy?"

"I am happy enough."

"How much is enough?"

"Enough is more than settling and less than ideal. You know this already though, don't you."
 
Can't find the just spit venom thread -

Fucking Amtrak union goon assholes - make 400 people sit in a cold motionless train on a siding in the fucking wilderness for more than an hour because some asshole engineer's union-negotiated maximum time behind the wheel has reached it's limit. Da poor widdle asshole baby. Un-fucking believable.

Serve me right for believing their bullshit and not driving. Fucking assholes. Never again. Makes me feel like I'm the Soviet fucking Union.

(Sorry blurtsters - I feel better now though. :mad: )
 
I just dropped my pill...and sure enough, just as sods law has it...it rolls and skips and bounces into a gap in the wooden floor of my bedroom around my bedroom door frame. Fucking fantastic. :rolleyes: so i took the last one in the pack. Now because of the fiasco last time, my cycle is THREE days shorter this month instead of the TWO. let's hope that an alligator doesnt eat them all one day...but knowing me, anything could happen.

Now, the question is, should i really be driving at this time in the morning?

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I think I'm done with being cross with you. You've pissed me off for months and months, and today I woke up with the realisation that you're just an empty vessel who's as incapable of original thought as the Queen is of farting at a public function.

You're making yourself look stupid, and it's become embarrassing to watch. Please stop it.
 
I so totally can't deal with this anymore.

I need privacy to write. American Chopper reruns in what is currently both my fathers living room and my bedroom do not work. And if I can't write I need to sleep. That presents the same challenge.
 
I so totally can't deal with this anymore.

I need privacy to write. American Chopper reruns in what is currently both my fathers living room and my bedroom do not work. And if I can't write I need to sleep. That presents the same challenge.

Have warm bed with vacancy. :kiss:
 
Crap. I had hoped to be writing on Monday - when Hubby goes back to work. Today I got a phonecall. My next proofreading job starts on Monday. Ack! when am I supposed to get this story written?
 
I may still be feeling tired and grotty, but at least I'm doing something positive now. I've volunteered with a charity, I've got in touch with an old friend who I miss and I'm making the effort to look nice again. Baby steps, Mils, baby steps...

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I am an idiot and should not be allowed on roads :rolleyes:

first i cant find anywhere to stop and drop her off, then i get myself half way through a 3 point turn in a busy road just when there happens to be space, and i cut out FOUR times, then on my way back, i need to change lanes, the bus looks like its stopping so i cut in front of it- through a tinnnny gap between its front and the car ahead's rear- the bus wasnt stopping at the bus stop :rolleyes: neways i make it...because my baby car is so small i can do it...but i really ought to never try that again.

hehe.
 
You don't really start learning to drive properly until after you get your license!
Just hope none of the mistakes are bad ones and make sure you learn from them :D

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