Blaaaaaaaargh.
Aug. 3rd, 2006 06:46 amI'm tired, and I can barely move, and I really just want the food stands to open up already so I can go stuff myself full of cheese fries and pizza and spiedies and ice cream.
Instead, I have a synopsis and a fic to finish today and an apartment to clean.
If you loved me, one of you would vacuum for me. Or at least do my dishes. *bats eyelashes at you all*
In unrelated news, the other day I edited my mother's grocery list for spelling, grammar and continuity. No, really.
Instead, I have a synopsis and a fic to finish today and an apartment to clean.
If you loved me, one of you would vacuum for me. Or at least do my dishes. *bats eyelashes at you all*
In unrelated news, the other day I edited my mother's grocery list for spelling, grammar and continuity. No, really.
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Date: 2006-08-03 10:57 am (UTC)And how did that go over with her?
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Date: 2006-08-03 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-03 11:09 am (UTC)*loves*
My mother, for some reason, spells it as "hamburgher." I have no idea why.
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Date: 2006-08-03 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-03 02:00 pm (UTC)(and I ALWAYS spell vacuum wrong. Except for now.)
(also, I have friended you, so's you know. :) )
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Date: 2006-08-03 02:14 pm (UTC)Okay, educate this Californian... what the hell are spiedies? My mom has gotten to the point where she "abbrievates" everything, ie; eggs = X. Let's not go into what she wanted me to write for Brown Mustard.
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Date: 2006-08-03 04:13 pm (UTC)I once measured the angle of my mother's back hand stroke to see how much it changed from when she was calm to when she was agitated.
So, how did mom's list come out?