I learnt from my Mum to interweave replies as well like Lexiphanic said. That was you can reply to and answer everything that was in the original email.
Only problem with this is it is a little impersonal. And I like to paraphrase my 'work' (read: trashy emails) , so I don't do it that often really, even though it is practical.
When my time comes;
Forget the wrong that I've done;
Help me leave behind some,
reasons to be missed.
Don't resent me.
And when you're feeling empty;
Keep me in your memory;
Leave out all the rest.
Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest
This passage helps assuage the Roman Catholic guilt I shall suffer until the end of my days.
Despite telling people since Christmas that I'm 32, today it became an official, documented, verifiable fact.
It was an interesting day:
It started with my being rear-ended...in Dah's car...on the way to work. Bugger.
But it got better;
Work was uneventful, but brightened by the birthday wishes that trickled in via text and in person.
This afternoon I was reassured that a very, very dear... Read More
So nice to hear that you really did have a good day and night. Thats what its all about And hey I hope that feeling keeps going for you, why should it only last a day? May it last forever!
I took today off classes. I figured the time could be better spent here, working, both domestically and academically. And, against character, I've actually managed to get some stuff done. Not heaps, but enough that I don't feel thoroughly disgusted with myself.
I also had a chat with the cute girl who just moved in next door.
Between work and my social life, I'm already falling behind in some of my classes. The only thing keeping me afloat is the fact that I started two of my four current units in the semester I took off as leave. I'm just recycling the work I did back then (thank God I'm a data whore!). If... Read More
If I find out that anyone I know is shopping with Angus and Robertson (either online or in-store), that person shall find themselves having the flesh stripped from their bones by the searing intensity of my unmitigated wrath.
If you have no idea why I would say that, go here.
I get so disheartened by things like this. Sometimes I feel so weighted by my consumer choices: our dollars go to support shit like this if we're not careful, aware, active, engaged.
That's why us Brissie kids have to support 'Brisbane's Better Bookstores' of which Avid Reader is part.
It really is amazing. And, even though he was born mere hours ago, he has just spent nine months forming and changing shape. And yesterday, of all the important firsts, he breathed in his first breath.
If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something.
Darling, you were totally well behaved. We all were, some may say, even boringly so. But nevertheless, I can speak on most people's behalf in saying how much we appreciate you, Mr Music Man. If only you had played more Prince!
I went to after-class drinks at the campus bar this afternoon (where I drank), forgetting that the undead burlesque was on tonight. After a few text messages to and from Tez and a few km's of legging it, I found my way to Calypso to watch said burlesque (where I drank some more). I had a chance to meet... Read More
I hope you are recovering from your night of impromptu hedonism.
Icarus is perhaps a slightly ill-omened name for a bird, but I chose it for a few reasons. He's a sun conure, so I was looking for a name from a sun-related myth. Then, Icarus was the foolish one, and this bird is very foolish. Perhaps one day he will grow up to be more like Daedalus, but for now, he's terribly silly.
Also, the myth of Icarus was made into an Iron Maiden song, which is the thing that decided me. *nods happily*
Whilst everyone was sitting and savouring theirs ever so delicately, I made a bad joke and someone flinched. He tipped his cup, by accident I hope, and now I've a caustic stain that I dearly hope comes out in the wash.
I confess that in the heat of the moment I may have over reacted, but... Read More
Dammit! Animosity is a bitch to get out! I recommend baking soda.
If that fails I'd try a pinch of remorse mixed in a good dollop of self-appreciation, with just a dash of melancholic love for the world. Always works for me.
Perhaps one day he will grow up to be more like Daedalus, but for now, he's terribly silly.
Only problem with this is it is a little impersonal. And I like to paraphrase my 'work' (read: trashy emails) , so I don't do it that often really, even though it is practical.