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First off: UH. I WOULD TALK TO YOU IF I COULD *SEE* YOU.

..and that is NOT aimed at some 'imaginary friend'..heh.

I just don't feel like going to work tonight. Short. Again. And it just gets so old. I *have* to because M is going home tomorrow, and I really want to see her off/wish her well. I have J's shower, but I don't think it will get done until tomorrow..when we will have *four* aides instead of *three*..this crap is insane.

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Wow. This soup sure smells GOOD. I have milked my Christmas ham from work for FOUR meals, now...and I *still* have some left. Heh. Go, me.

'No, but I have a kettle.' -- Simon Gallup

I would cook for him..Oh, yes; I would. Bake, too.

*envisions*

*aches*

*pines*

So good talking to you guys last night, btw. Even though Corky must think I am teh crazeh, now. Well, at least she knew what I was talking about..

*whispers Stewart Swerdlow's name again..shifty eyes*

ETA: GAYA. The 'AOL Sessions' HAS SOUND, btw. I don't think I mentioned that to you. THANK YOU.

(SimonInHisMohawkAndCaprisWithTHOSECALVESStickingOutOMG)

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Mmmmmmmmkayyyyyyyy...I IM'd ya..no answer..

*shrugs*

I hope I don't have to stay up all DAY now and babysit this damned soup.

*stirs*

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I don't even know what to say about *that*. /crypticity

Major headache. Gotten from the madding crowd at the laundromat.

Yes. I believe it has finally worn thin..

..The million bratty kids running to and fro, through and around and *over* the tables, around my feet..yelling in a plethora of unknown languages at the top of their lungs..Actually *riding* in the wire baskets..Their parents? Apparently unconcerned..Willfully oblivious. The stiff, blonde Bettywoman who takes every. single. dryer. in. the. entire. row..and then, leaves her stuff..Just leaves it. The strange middle-aged businessman who tried to talk to me about the trials of being a 'Wiccan High Priest', and how his wife just *doesn't* understand him -- while his mentally challanged son repeats the name, 'Avril Levigne' (sp?) over and over and over until he reaches a crescendo..only to start again. The asian man..screaming at a batch of the above said kids in this incredible screeching falsetto..worse than an icepick in the brain. The balding man in sweatpants (treating us to a wonderously graphic view of his hairy, exposed crack. Yis.) who had the nerve to actually MOVE our baskets OVER..AND my book..and elbow his way onto our table, when there were others available. The hillbilly woman who insists on starting a conversation..awkward as hell; with her son just standing there..glaring blankly, heavily..How can she FORGET that I caught her shoplifting candy bars at my station? How?

I really miss my headphones..and yes, I *am* a bitch, thanks. I fluctuate madly between LOVING the entire world..and DETESTING it. There has to be a happy medium, somewhere.

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Heh. GIP.

*Finally..it's mine..sort of*