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[May. 17th, 2008|01:45 am] |
I think I've figured this thing out. Whoever used to be me? She owned a used book shop. It's a pretty sweet deal. Seems to turn a good profit. I know books pretty well. Thing is, I don't know 'em perfectly. So... other nerds need a side-job wanna come help out? I think I pay well! |
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[May. 17th, 2008|02:23 am] |
This is not how I pictured it. This is not how I pictured any of it. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|02:45 am] |
So, I actually want to do something rather than waste my time doing absolutely nothing.
Does anyone want to go out for a drink? I might even throw in a free lap dance. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|02:52 am] |
Does anyone want to do anything today? I could use the actual sunshine. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|08:42 pm] |
He was my favorite. He had always been my favorite.
Things move on I guess. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|09:26 pm] |
Well, folks. Normally folks, I do not flaunt my womanhood. Which is strange, I guess considering I was the first one of the first, but somethings just creep me out. And I don't have a temper.
Okay, I have a small temper. A lot of things piss me off, but I'm not the throw books against the walls, bash people's heads in type of person. And I generally have a high threshold for shit.
But I? Am currently scared. And scarred. And creepied the fuck out.
Not for work safe. Not safe for anyone, really. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|11:55 pm] |
So, kid's a week old now, that means we can start having visitors that aren't family.
Just in case anyone wants to come by, he really is adorable, for a potato-being, and still just as much of a kicker as he was in the womb.
So, uh, door at [address] is back to being open whenever, I think is really what I'm trying to say here. |
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