GeorgeGlass

Why do deer seem to have cloaks of invisibility when it comes to their game of dodge-cars?

I want to say something witty and start a profound, fascinating discussion, but I’m lazy. Someone do it for me. 

Just found myself reading a graphic handjob scene with a 15 year old with zero warning or tags. This is what I get for getting a book from the literary section of the library rather than reading AFF.

I’m supposed to be writing right now. Because I said so. But nobody tells me what to do! Not even me!

My friend had knee replacement surgery, and we finally got the Jeep windshield replaced. Making progress is a good feeling. My friend’s finally on the mend and won’t be confined to a walker much longer.  For all the craziness in life, I’m feeling pretty good about the last couple of weeks now that they are done. Now to focus on the next thing on the must do list.

Spent 45 minutes hanging out under a bridge today. Note to self: Check the friggin’ forecast before you decide to take your bike to work. 

Have just noticed that when the program was run (or however it worked!) to move tags from the old place in summary box to the new place in their own box, it moved all my “MCD” tags as “MC” and left the D behind. This isn’t the first time I’ve unexpectedly had the D in the wrong place. I’ll get ‘em updated in a few days as very busy today, and apologies to any searching MC fans who hate character death.

I saved a spider from the bathtub twice today. He gets in there and runs frantically at the slippery walls trying to get out. 10 seconds ago i watched him run back in and fall like a kid closing his eyes and running across a busy street. 

If you were a demon, just recently raised from the dead, like within the last hour, and knew nothing of the world, where would you go? Inquiring minds and all that.

Hmm…. what should I do when there’s a tropical storm with my name on it?

My mom died this week. She had been on a downward spiral since my dad died a couple of months ago; she missed him terribly, and I think it was more than her limited mental resources (she had multi-infarct dementia) could handle. But she told me years ago that she had done everything really important that she wanted to do in her life, so whenever death came, she would be all right with it. Knowing that makes me all right with it, too.

New phones always fall on the first day. It’s a universal law. It’s motherfriggin science. If you got a new phone and it didn’t drop the first day, then you’re a witch and you need to stop cheating because it’s not fair. 

New phones always fall on the first day. It’s a universal law. It’s motherfriggin science. If you got a new phone and it didn’t drop the first day, then you’re a witch and you need to stop cheating because it’s not fair. 

My cat found a christmas bow. Like the kind you stick on presents. I have no idea where he found it. He’s not an outdoor cat. Our christmas stuff is packed away in the attic only accessible through a closed off staircase in a closed off closet that he has no way of getting into… and he’s been playing with it nonstop for three days. 

And my day off is no more.  Got called in for second shift.  Jeeez

85.24 hours this pay period.  AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH

Dragon Prints are exactly “8888”, I think that’s supposed to be chinese lucky!  I’ll take it. 

I love my pets, but I think it's creepy when people start acting like their pets are their children. On my commute this morning, I saw a car with a sticker that read, “My child has four paws.” I found myself wondering, if this person were in a burning building and had to choose between rescuing their dachshund or a neighbor's child, which one would they save?

Wishing the happiest of birthdays to my Neko-baby, Willow Darkling!

I love writing tips. Like I LOVE them. I can spend hours on google searching for specific tips and soaking in every little ounce of advice I can get my greedy little paws on. 

Then I abandoned facebook and joined twitter. There I discovered a treasure trove of editors and publishers posting practically hourly, and I was so excited! 

And then I discovered that 90% of the writing pages I’ve found on twitter are full of shit. Full of sweeping generalizations, no concept of word economy, conflicting advice within the same article, or just baseless friggin judgments. SMH. I feel so disillusioned right now. 

So my dad died recently. He was very old, and was refusing treatment because he was tired of how debilitated he had become, so I’m at peace with it. He had a good life. But this morning, I had my first “I have to remember to tell him about...oh, wait, I can’t” moment, and that made me a little sad.

So, my mum’s mini strokes can’t be made to go away permanently.  Well that’s just fucking dandy.  Anybody got a heart in good working order they don’t want anymore?

So, my mum’s mini strokes can’t be made to go away permanently.  Well that’s just fucking dandy.  Anybody got a heart in good working order they don’t want anymore?

So, my mum’s mini strokes can’t be made to go away permanently.  Well that’s just fucking dandy.  Anybody got a heart in good working order they don’t want anymore?

The happiest of birthdays to our beloved @pittwitch!