Sunday afternoon, waking up at 1:30 and deciding to skip the gym. I'll leave it until tomorrow. I had my customary Sunday bacon/egg/cheese sandwich, and had the good fortune to walk by a brand-new Hummer H2 on the way to the store and spit on it. That always makes me feel a lot better.
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teclo:
oh, i know we'll see him again.
he is the boyfriend's beer brewing buddy. he is an active participant in ubergeeknight. he will be watching our house while we are gone.
but still, i won't be able to phone next door on a wednesday, and say "heya, i've got a fresh pot of coffee, and leftover dinner. get over here." anymore.
it probably came across more melodramatic than it is.
[[edited to say "than it is" rather than "than it sounds"]]
[Edited on Nov 30, 2003 3:54PM]
oh, i know we'll see him again.
he is the boyfriend's beer brewing buddy. he is an active participant in ubergeeknight. he will be watching our house while we are gone.
but still, i won't be able to phone next door on a wednesday, and say "heya, i've got a fresh pot of coffee, and leftover dinner. get over here." anymore.
it probably came across more melodramatic than it is.
[[edited to say "than it is" rather than "than it sounds"]]
[Edited on Nov 30, 2003 3:54PM]
thelibra:
SGNY's description is a little intimidating but they're good people. You should so join.
This is my first journal entry, so I'll keep it brief, as I'm likely to have longer, rambling entries in the future.
I've just recently returned from rural Pennsylvania, where I spent my Thanksgiving with my white trash, dysfunctional family, my Republican uncle and my bald, womanizing cousin.
Back to New York city, where things supposedly make sense, only to have the woman who I...
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I've just recently returned from rural Pennsylvania, where I spent my Thanksgiving with my white trash, dysfunctional family, my Republican uncle and my bald, womanizing cousin.
Back to New York city, where things supposedly make sense, only to have the woman who I...
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