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 saturday, april 7Rumplestilstkin! In a perfect world, I'd be writing this from my lovely Dell, from my lovely desk, from our well appointed office. Unfortunately, it's not a perfect world. We love our new home. We do, it's just that Stephan only has to look at the walls funny and chunks of plaster the size of China break free, in apparent suicide attempts. The plastering and painting, which was only to have taken a few days, has become and ongoing adventure in home renovation. I keep expecting Bob Vila to stroll through hawing Craftsman tools as he admires the progress (or lack thereof). Oh, and I'm completely fixated on buying a cheap clear vinyl or plastic rain coat. I don't know why. I've not had much luck in finding what I'm looking for. I asked the nutty woman at Val-Grin if they sold plastic rain coats and she replied "God, no!" Fixations drive me bananas. By the time I get around to actually purchasing the object of my desire, I don't really want it anymore. Well, I do, but not with the same burning intensity. Don't be alarmed, I'm well aware that this is an unsound fashion choice. This too, shall pass.
'Let us talk, Miss Elizabeth Bennet,' he said, now pressing the length of his body full against hers, 'about the weather.' - the Lost Sex Scenes of Jane Austen WebReview has Cash Bar and Grilled Cheese: SXSW Interactive 2001 by yours truly. The day before yesterday? Remain calm II. |
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