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If I were gonna drive, I'd drive THIS:
Thanks to
eroslane, I may now feel free to unveil a new era in renewable fuels:
The Zombie Cart
Seriously though, let's not give the government any more incentive to create zombies.
Lately I've been busy, but not really very productive. My living room is too dark, and I need to get one of those clippy desk lamps for it. I'm also giving away a mixed set of dishes, the ones H and I have been using since we got new ones. Well, they are new to us, because we don't ever buy anything new except sheets, movies, HBA's and food. Anyway, I feel like I only go out to shop and see doctors. I almost fell down after fasting and then giving up 3 tubes of blood yesterday. Seriously, a woman of my size should not be fainting after 3 tubes.
I've been thinking a lot about family stuff lately. When I first split off from my family, I was sure I would catch up with them again as soon as I was happily married, gainfully employed, published, in grad school, or with a baby on the way. More than ten years have gone by, and I haven't really done any of these things. I have zero ability to get hired in this town unless I want to go back to retail (and even retail mgmt gigs are hard to get w/out a car). I'm not published and would be a common-law wife by now if we were in a state other than Michigan.
I was most intent on succeeding in life per my parents standards, and when I did--I was gonna shove my success right in thier ugly faces. See, I;d say to them, I'm smart, I'm lovable, I'm everything you said I wasn't. But since none of that ever happened, I'm not always sure.
Everyone is suddenly getting married, people who have been together MUCH less time than H and I. And while I realize intellectually that such things have nothing to do with me or my life, it's still a drag. I suppose it could be much wose since I've successfully avoided the horror of being a bridesmaid. I am going to be a Godmother soon (that's right bitches, so respect my authoritah!!). So that's pretty cool. But I feel, once again, like I'm too miserable and dejected to be as happy for other people as I want to be. I'm like a poster child for Schadenfraude or however the hell you spell that.
And I'm behind on my writing. Instead of writing, I googled pictures of David Tennant and made myself a new screensaver and wallpapers. Because that's how motivated I feel.
The Zombie Cart
Seriously though, let's not give the government any more incentive to create zombies.
Lately I've been busy, but not really very productive. My living room is too dark, and I need to get one of those clippy desk lamps for it. I'm also giving away a mixed set of dishes, the ones H and I have been using since we got new ones. Well, they are new to us, because we don't ever buy anything new except sheets, movies, HBA's and food. Anyway, I feel like I only go out to shop and see doctors. I almost fell down after fasting and then giving up 3 tubes of blood yesterday. Seriously, a woman of my size should not be fainting after 3 tubes.
I've been thinking a lot about family stuff lately. When I first split off from my family, I was sure I would catch up with them again as soon as I was happily married, gainfully employed, published, in grad school, or with a baby on the way. More than ten years have gone by, and I haven't really done any of these things. I have zero ability to get hired in this town unless I want to go back to retail (and even retail mgmt gigs are hard to get w/out a car). I'm not published and would be a common-law wife by now if we were in a state other than Michigan.
I was most intent on succeeding in life per my parents standards, and when I did--I was gonna shove my success right in thier ugly faces. See, I;d say to them, I'm smart, I'm lovable, I'm everything you said I wasn't. But since none of that ever happened, I'm not always sure.
Everyone is suddenly getting married, people who have been together MUCH less time than H and I. And while I realize intellectually that such things have nothing to do with me or my life, it's still a drag. I suppose it could be much wose since I've successfully avoided the horror of being a bridesmaid. I am going to be a Godmother soon (that's right bitches, so respect my authoritah!!). So that's pretty cool. But I feel, once again, like I'm too miserable and dejected to be as happy for other people as I want to be. I'm like a poster child for Schadenfraude or however the hell you spell that.
And I'm behind on my writing. Instead of writing, I googled pictures of David Tennant and made myself a new screensaver and wallpapers. Because that's how motivated I feel.
