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maderrMy hamburgers are far from the greatest in the world, but they're edible. Or so I think anyway. I guess once roomie appears with the other stuff, we can get to the eating. Hopefully she will approve. Or my roommate can forget about dinner, forget to tell me her plans change, and not bother calling to tell me a single fucking thing. I can eat them just fine alone.
Um. I swear I had a funny story to tell, but it's totally eluding me.
In other news, two of the girls now at work keep making cracks about finding me a boyfriend, and they're getting a third in on it. Honestly. It's funny here and there, but if they keep pushing it I'm going to start getting annoyed. I know I fail, being the only chick not actively looking for a man to complete her life *sarcasm* but I don't need their assistance in finding one should I desire. Nevermind that I'm firmly of the school that it appears when you're NOT looking.
Blah. I've had my fill of romance and crap for this month.
The weather tomorrowr is suppoed to be full on sucktastic. On top of other problems. I think this is the only job where I have well and truly hated Fridays.
Unrelated, but may as well do it here rather than inflict another post upon the flists -- I am attempting this year (and we'll see how long the effort lasts) to keep track of what and how much I write. Sadly, I've only accomplished four short stories and seven drabbles thus far, but the total comes to 66546 words. Not too bad a start, but I'll be happier when I can finish or at least get halfway through a novella or full novel. I guess when I finish Midsummer, that will be my next goal. Perhaps I'll tackle Treasure, and finally finish that rewrite, though I would love to beat Weathermage back into cooperating.
We shall see.
Um. I swear I had a funny story to tell, but it's totally eluding me.
In other news, two of the girls now at work keep making cracks about finding me a boyfriend, and they're getting a third in on it. Honestly. It's funny here and there, but if they keep pushing it I'm going to start getting annoyed. I know I fail, being the only chick not actively looking for a man to complete her life *sarcasm* but I don't need their assistance in finding one should I desire. Nevermind that I'm firmly of the school that it appears when you're NOT looking.
Blah. I've had my fill of romance and crap for this month.
The weather tomorrowr is suppoed to be full on sucktastic. On top of other problems. I think this is the only job where I have well and truly hated Fridays.
Unrelated, but may as well do it here rather than inflict another post upon the flists -- I am attempting this year (and we'll see how long the effort lasts) to keep track of what and how much I write. Sadly, I've only accomplished four short stories and seven drabbles thus far, but the total comes to 66546 words. Not too bad a start, but I'll be happier when I can finish or at least get halfway through a novella or full novel. I guess when I finish Midsummer, that will be my next goal. Perhaps I'll tackle Treasure, and finally finish that rewrite, though I would love to beat Weathermage back into cooperating.
We shall see.
