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Dec. 16th, 2003
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Dec. 16th, 2003 08:48 am( Saddam talk, cut for people who are already tired of it )
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So, yeah. Watched "Monster House" last night, hence the icon. God, I love Steve. He and the host from "While You Were Out" are my home remodeling crushes. Although, I think most of my Steve crushing comes from the fact that he doesn't put up with any bullshit. I still firmly believe that people who sign up for the "Monster House" build team and then act like complete and total fucksticks get buried in the backyard before Steve leaves. Hey, he's got quality murdering time on Saturday morning when the builders leave and the decorators arrive. Might as well.
Ooo, and my mom sent me my favorite Christmas cookie recipe, so now I can make a whole batch all for myself. Oh, jeez, am I going to be sick on maple nut logs this weekend. Huh. That didn't sound quite so weird-Japanese-porn in my head.
Also, just for fun, last night I was thinking of taking a story I was working on a while ago and redoing it. The bad part is, I've got the first 22 chapters done, but in first-person. And now I want to make it third-person. But I swore to myself I'd get a novel finished that I was going to get published, damn it, and I was going to do it by the end of the winter.
Bandaids for head/wall injury = $1.99
Nametags for the voices about to move back into my skull = $3
State-ordered psychiatric counseling = $45 three times a week, plus bus fare
Getting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
qnotku to stop pestering me by reminding me Jim Butcher is only five years older than me and has three book series in the works = Priceless.
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So, yeah. Watched "Monster House" last night, hence the icon. God, I love Steve. He and the host from "While You Were Out" are my home remodeling crushes. Although, I think most of my Steve crushing comes from the fact that he doesn't put up with any bullshit. I still firmly believe that people who sign up for the "Monster House" build team and then act like complete and total fucksticks get buried in the backyard before Steve leaves. Hey, he's got quality murdering time on Saturday morning when the builders leave and the decorators arrive. Might as well.
Ooo, and my mom sent me my favorite Christmas cookie recipe, so now I can make a whole batch all for myself. Oh, jeez, am I going to be sick on maple nut logs this weekend. Huh. That didn't sound quite so weird-Japanese-porn in my head.
Also, just for fun, last night I was thinking of taking a story I was working on a while ago and redoing it. The bad part is, I've got the first 22 chapters done, but in first-person. And now I want to make it third-person. But I swore to myself I'd get a novel finished that I was going to get published, damn it, and I was going to do it by the end of the winter.
Bandaids for head/wall injury = $1.99
Nametags for the voices about to move back into my skull = $3
State-ordered psychiatric counseling = $45 three times a week, plus bus fare
Getting
qnotku to stop pestering me by reminding me Jim Butcher is only five years older than me and has three book series in the works = Priceless.