GIP

Just thought I'd post it. Don't know if I like it very much, but oh well. I needed a "squee" icon.

Hrm. Oh, Nancy Sue called me tonight. I miss that woman; I think she's one of those people that restore my faith in humanity. She's just so...sweet and caring. One of the few people I honestly and severely miss from home. She's graduating her medical assistance degree! She starts nursing school in the fall. I'm so proud of her - she deserves it, she's going to be so great.

Erm, yeah. So, this Joe guy. The ball has been placed in my court. As in - I'm expected to call. As in, I'm supposed to make the first move. Um...huh? That is soooo new territory for me. I'm not the go-for-it guy. I'm the smiling in the corner you come to me kinda guy. I have no idea where to go with this. Yeah, apparently I've become anti-social guy. *shrugs* Whatever. Maybe I'll summon up the bawls to do it.

Uh, I had something more to say. I just, you know, don't remember what it was. Something about...I dunno, something.

I think I'm going in late to work tomorrow - I'm dead tired. Which is why - g'nite.

BK strikes again!

So, apparently burger king fucked up my taxes royally. Instead of taking out ILLINOIS taxes, they took out Iowa taxes. And now there's no way to have them switched back. So NOW I have to file in Iowa, get my refund, and then declare that as income and file in Illinois. Filing in Iowa from out of state costs $92. Filing in Illinois through out accountant is $50. So, $142 so far just to fucking file. And I'm only supposed to get back a little bit. In fact, I have to *pay* State taxes this year, the fucktards.

Motherfuckingshitgoddammit.

Wow...

Apparently, idiocy is contageous. Three senior girls were just arguing over the definition of a hypothesis. As in, they had no clue what it was.

They couldn't even decide on the correct order of the Scientific Method.

Two senarios at work here: Either I've been a psych major too long, or they're just really really dumb.

Meme-licious

Meme the first: Ask me anything - nothing too personal, all questions answered - you may ask annonymously.

Meme dous: Ask me any questions you want about my Fic and/or fic writing. Spoilers not included.

Third Meme: The 10 things I've done/have/am and you haven't:

1: Met Richard Marx

2: Won a playwright's award.

3: Recieved an award from the ACLU's president

4: Sang in a choir concert for a mayor, govenor, and President Clinton

5: "dated" someone scarily into necrophelia (didn't know till afterwards)

5: Named after a drugged out singer

6: Got bashed in the head with a plate glass window

7: Passed out while eating a popsicle

8: Shook hands with and then cussed out Fred Phelps, in a crowded church

9: Given a very famous, wealthy "celebrity" a tour of campus - cannot say who.

10: Touched John Mayer

Suprise! Kin to Sorrow Epilogue

Title: Kin to Sorrow: Here With Me (this is the last one, I swear it - no matter how much threatening feedback I get ;)
Author: chocgood84
Pairing: S/X
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Notes: This is the epilogue to the Kin to Sorrow series I did. Just because I feared for my life:) Previous parts can be found here and here.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t sue.

( Kin to Sorrow: Here With Me )

Was worth a shot

So...the Joe thing didn't pan out. No clicking.

Ah well - I sucked it up, didn't I? *nods* Yup, sure did.

Not going to let this bring me down. Nosiree.

huh...makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Okay, so I'm going to take some sleeping pills and head to bed. I'm tired of not sleeping, and even more tired of *being* tired. And I haven't taken 'em for a long ass time. So, g'nite.