So I am getting the last bit of my time off at the end of the month. My plans are to go see NY in "Christmas Time."
Sites I would like to see/eat at:
Rockefeller Center and the Christmas Tree
Macy's holiday store front
The Chips Shop They fry candy bars and they do english pub foods. Also I like the T-Shirts they have for sale. hehehe bullocks.
Serendipity Myke's gellato place
I would like to invite other people to come with to share in the delicious caloric and gastronomic atrocities I plan to inflict upon myself but I know that organizing all of us would be really hard. Quite frankly I do not have enough patience and brain cells to organize it all. So, I am just letting you guys know of my future plans in case you are interested.
- 19:15 Dinner's in the oven. Offer to the realtor. Still recovering from Clairevirus; slept an awful lot today. Glad I can sleep some more soon. #
- 19:16 @Mattieflap MMMM yay wine. Good idea! :D #
- 19:16 Considering starting a punk band called 'Unobstructed Airways'. My fan club can therefore be dubbed 'The Snotlings'. #
- 19:17 @hazliya *HUGS* D'oh! #
Okay. Evidently I am not meant to drive to the stinking casino without getting lost. I got lost getting there (in the middle of a light snow storm) but thanks to the two other times I was lost I kinda figured it out but I was lost for quite a while. Why was I going to the casino? I was going to the Lush store because it was "cheaper" to put 15 bucks of gas in Esod 2's Jeep than to pay for stinking shipping that is why. This trip may prove that shipping maybe worth it in the long run. Long story short I finally get to the casino. I get my face cleanser and my grab bag gift and a little something for some co-workers. I get Krispy Kreme. Try Bobby's Burger Palace one last time - it was a regular cheese burger cooked well done - it was a generic effort. Anyways, went home and got lost again! I got lost freaking again! So a trip that was supposed to take like 2 hours and 45 minutes took me freaking four hours. *thud* *thud* and just before hitting Hartford the Jeep's check engine light came on. *thud* And all the gas I put in the Jeep is now gone. *thud*
I am glad I came home in one piece.
I am glad I came home in one piece.
It's snowing!
Yes I am still a complete child about snow. I went out to run a couple of errands at around 9:30 (damn cat woke me up early) and it was raining then, and noticed it was snowing around 11:30, when I was back home. The cat btw remains immensely fascinated by inclement weather. We were meant to be together.
Yes I am still a complete child about snow. I went out to run a couple of errands at around 9:30 (damn cat woke me up early) and it was raining then, and noticed it was snowing around 11:30, when I was back home. The cat btw remains immensely fascinated by inclement weather. We were meant to be together.
Sometimes Justin gets in these moods where he will argue with everything. EVERYTHING. I call these "contrary moods", where he will contradict every single statement that comes out of my mouth. (Dunno if he does this to other people.) He's playing devil's advocate. Even if he completely agrees with whatever is said, he will argue against it anyways. I think he thinks it's fun.
This morning is such a morning. I woke up, instant contradiction of all statements made.
We're looking out the window in the backyard, watching the snowfall and an entire legion of birds pick at the wood pile (and Orson's extreme reaction to said birds) and Justin says "I think that the scrap wood pile brought the yard in a bit..."
I look, and yes, the scrap wood pile being in the yard did kill off some of the grass and make green clear part of the yard smaller.
So I said "Definitely. I agree."
And then he argued with me. "No, I meant that the pile being there killed off some of the grass and..."
"JUSTIN I SAID DEFINITELY! I AGREED WITH YOU!"
"Yeah, but I don't think you agreed the right way."
Libby and Paige are here now. Yay!
This morning is such a morning. I woke up, instant contradiction of all statements made.
We're looking out the window in the backyard, watching the snowfall and an entire legion of birds pick at the wood pile (and Orson's extreme reaction to said birds) and Justin says "I think that the scrap wood pile brought the yard in a bit..."
I look, and yes, the scrap wood pile being in the yard did kill off some of the grass and make green clear part of the yard smaller.
So I said "Definitely. I agree."
And then he argued with me. "No, I meant that the pile being there killed off some of the grass and..."
"JUSTIN I SAID DEFINITELY! I AGREED WITH YOU!"
"Yeah, but I don't think you agreed the right way."
Libby and Paige are here now. Yay!
Wow, I haven't been keeping up with my reading list. Then again, I've been rather neglectful regarding this livejournal, which I hope to correct...
62) Jake Ransom and the Skull King's Shadow by James Rollins (2009, Harpercollins, 416 pages)
A juvenile adventure from thriller writer Rollins (Black Order, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) featuring lost worlds, time travel, dinosaurs, and more pulpy goodness. This book, aimed for ages 5-9, starts out light and fun, but grows a tad tedious. Alas, I must be a grown up.
63) Prodigal Blues by Gary A. Braunbeck (2006, Cemetery Dance, 304 pages)
A non supernatural horror novel/thriller which starts out as the worst road trip protagonist Mark Seiber has ever been on and ventures into truly dark regions indeed . . . When his car breaks down, Mark unwittingly becomes part of a abducted girl's return home. "I'm sorry," she tells him, though he cannot understand why. He soon learns the ugly truth; she and a group of teens have escaped a very evil fellow called Grendel. The kids, horribly abused and physically modified, need a "normal" face to help them find their way home and they've selected Mark to be that face. Whether he wants to help or not. I've long been a fan of Gary A. Braunbeck's work, because he does not shy away from emotional honesty. Prodigal Blues may well be one of the best novels I have read in the last five years. Anyone who believes that horror fiction is simply an excuse for bloodletting and juvenile characterizations could learn a thing or two from Braunbeck's works. Highly recommended.
In fact, this novel did something few books can manage. It made me care so deeply, that I wept. Twice. In public. On a fricking airplane of all places.
64) Last Call by Tim Powers (2008, Subterranean Press, 500 pages)
65) A Soul in a Bottle by Tim Powers (2006, Subterranean Press, 83 pages)
66) The Garden of Iden by Kage Baker (1998, Harcourt, 334 pages)
A delightful novel of time travel, botany, and the start of a series about a mysterious Company responsible for reintroducing/saving/salvaging historically lost animals/artifacts/plants/etc. This time around, we meet Mendoza, a 5 year old girl who has suffered at the hands of the Spanish Inquisition. She is saved and delivered to the 24th century where she is transformed into something not quite human worker for the Company. The action ventures back to the 16th century England, where Mendoza is to work to preserve samples of some local flora. Romance, intrigue, sly humor, false unicorns, con artists, and auto da fes follow in this delightful novel.
67) The Women of Nell Gwynne's by Kage Baker (2009, Subterranean Press, pages)
68) Hellboy Library Edition vol. 1 by Mike Mignola (2008, Dark Horse, 278 pages)
An oversized, hardcover omnibus of the Seeds of Destruction and Wake the Dead series of Hellboy. The humor is what sells me on the series. More fun than the movies (which I thought were pretty fun), the best part is not the two main stories, but the supplemental materials, including a pair of quirky, hilarious teaser comics (scripted by John Byrne, illustrated by Mignola) and the sketchbook pages/notes by Mignola.
69) Summer Sketches by Dan Simmons (1992, Lord John Press, 130 pages)
A lovely, slender collection of sketches and extracts from journals kept by Simmons on his summer trips. The seeds of his fiction can be found here, the voice is charming, frustrating, insightful, occasionally inciting, and often inspiring.
70) The Shaft by David J. Schow (1992, MacDonald & Co., 368 pages)
Schow's second horror novel. Hardboiled, chilling, imaginative, and original. Chicago's Kenilworth Arms tenement building is an ugly place normally, but of late it's gotten downright dangerous. A trio of characters--drugrunner on the run Cruz, heartbroken loser Jonathan, and hooker with a heart of acid Jamaica--find themselves beset by terrors both supernatural and mundane... This novel is a contemporary weird tale set amidst winter blizzards. Schow's prose manages to convey the cold physical even while the reader is sitting in the heat of a Texas summer/autumn. The emotional chills defy seasons.
71) Sams Teach Yourself Java 6 in 21 Days by Rogers Cadenhead & Laura Lemay (2007, Sams Publishing, 698 pages)
A useful, lengthy introduction to Java. I had to read this for my work, and it helped. Nuff said.
72) The Bone Key by Sarah Monette (2007, Prime Books, 256 pages)
A charming collection of ghost stories set in the Lovecraft/James mode, though with plenty more characterization. These tales all revolve around the necromantic mystery adventures of reserved museum man Kyle Murchison Booth.
73) If I Were You by L. Ron Hubbard (2008, Galaxy Press, 121 pages)
I never figured L. Ron Hubbard to be a pulp fiction master, but that's pretty much what this book--a collection of two pulp stories and some historical details--make him out to be. To its credit, this book completely avoids the topic or mention of scientology, however the lingering association of author to that group tainted this book for me...
The title novella (If I Were You) is a contemporary fantasy tale wherein a circus midget with giant ambitions gains the supernatural ability to switch bodies. Hijinx ensue, and Little Tom Little finds himself in deeper troubles than he ever imagined.
The followup story ("The Last Drop" penned by Hubbard and L. Sprague deCamp) is a tale of booze, size changing, and gangsters. It tries to be high larious. I did not laugh, but then again my sense of humor is pretty dull.
74) Expiration Date by Tim Powers (2008, Subterranean Press, 400 pages)
75) In the Palace of Repose by Holly Phillips (2005, Prime Books, 224 pages)
Exceptionally well written short stories. Magical, dark, realistic tales delivered with brilliant prose. She writes contemporary fantasies, some dark, some not. I am slack-jaw awestruck by Phillips' style. Highly recommended.
76) Star Wars: Death Troopers by Joe Schreiber (2009, Del Rey, 288 pages)
I got this book from the library for one real reason: Star Wars horror novel. When a ship full of convicts and Rebellion sympathizers breaks down in the ass end of space, a nearby Star Destroyer might be their salvation. Too bad, the seemingly abandoned Star Destroyer actually contains a released chemical weapon that turns people into flesh hungry zombie-like monsters. Survival horror ensues, and that's where the novel gets rather boring for me (who'd of thunk it? Stormtrooper zombies boring? Huh, I must be getting old and curmudgeonly). The opening half of the book, which establishes the ensemble of mostly doomed characters (not a single Jedi here, yay!) is the book at its best. I'm intrigued by Schreiber's style, and am interested in checking out some of his non tie-in fiction.
77) Telegraph Days by Larry McMurtry (2007,Simon & Schuster, 304 pages)
Larry McMurtry lampoons the dime novel in this zinger of a book. When the Courtright children's father "suicides himself to death" they are forced to move into speck on the map Rita Blanca, where narrator Marie Antoinette "Nellie" Courtright convinces the Sheriff (who longs to marry her) to take her brother on as deputy. Well, not long after this happens, the Yazzee gang shows up to raise hell and in a fluke display of gunmanship, Jackson Courtright kills them all. What follows is a chuckler of an Old West yarn, featuring dozens of Big Names (including W. T. Sherman, Buffalo Bill Cody, Billy the Kid, the Earp brothers and more). Nellie is a sassy, randy, snarky, and thoughtful liar of a narrator. As the book goes on into steadily less credible areas, I found myself rather amused by the honesty at work beneath the obvious fabrications. The emotions are authentic, even if the events Nellie claims to have observed are increasingly far fetched.
78) Drive by James Sallis (2005, Poison Pen Press, 160 pages)
A spare hardboiled novel about a fellow called Driver ("I drive. That's all I do.") on a road aimed for revenge. The structure of the novel is fascinating, each chapter shifts to another time, giving the book a patchwork feel, but doing a nice job giving us a view into the identity of this ultimately nameless character. Sallis is a very good prose stylist.
62) Jake Ransom and the Skull King's Shadow by James Rollins (2009, Harpercollins, 416 pages)
A juvenile adventure from thriller writer Rollins (Black Order, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) featuring lost worlds, time travel, dinosaurs, and more pulpy goodness. This book, aimed for ages 5-9, starts out light and fun, but grows a tad tedious. Alas, I must be a grown up.
63) Prodigal Blues by Gary A. Braunbeck (2006, Cemetery Dance, 304 pages)
A non supernatural horror novel/thriller which starts out as the worst road trip protagonist Mark Seiber has ever been on and ventures into truly dark regions indeed . . . When his car breaks down, Mark unwittingly becomes part of a abducted girl's return home. "I'm sorry," she tells him, though he cannot understand why. He soon learns the ugly truth; she and a group of teens have escaped a very evil fellow called Grendel. The kids, horribly abused and physically modified, need a "normal" face to help them find their way home and they've selected Mark to be that face. Whether he wants to help or not. I've long been a fan of Gary A. Braunbeck's work, because he does not shy away from emotional honesty. Prodigal Blues may well be one of the best novels I have read in the last five years. Anyone who believes that horror fiction is simply an excuse for bloodletting and juvenile characterizations could learn a thing or two from Braunbeck's works. Highly recommended.
In fact, this novel did something few books can manage. It made me care so deeply, that I wept. Twice. In public. On a fricking airplane of all places.
64) Last Call by Tim Powers (2008, Subterranean Press, 500 pages)
65) A Soul in a Bottle by Tim Powers (2006, Subterranean Press, 83 pages)
66) The Garden of Iden by Kage Baker (1998, Harcourt, 334 pages)
A delightful novel of time travel, botany, and the start of a series about a mysterious Company responsible for reintroducing/saving/salvaging historically lost animals/artifacts/plants/etc. This time around, we meet Mendoza, a 5 year old girl who has suffered at the hands of the Spanish Inquisition. She is saved and delivered to the 24th century where she is transformed into something not quite human worker for the Company. The action ventures back to the 16th century England, where Mendoza is to work to preserve samples of some local flora. Romance, intrigue, sly humor, false unicorns, con artists, and auto da fes follow in this delightful novel.
67) The Women of Nell Gwynne's by Kage Baker (2009, Subterranean Press, pages)
68) Hellboy Library Edition vol. 1 by Mike Mignola (2008, Dark Horse, 278 pages)
An oversized, hardcover omnibus of the Seeds of Destruction and Wake the Dead series of Hellboy. The humor is what sells me on the series. More fun than the movies (which I thought were pretty fun), the best part is not the two main stories, but the supplemental materials, including a pair of quirky, hilarious teaser comics (scripted by John Byrne, illustrated by Mignola) and the sketchbook pages/notes by Mignola.
69) Summer Sketches by Dan Simmons (1992, Lord John Press, 130 pages)
A lovely, slender collection of sketches and extracts from journals kept by Simmons on his summer trips. The seeds of his fiction can be found here, the voice is charming, frustrating, insightful, occasionally inciting, and often inspiring.
70) The Shaft by David J. Schow (1992, MacDonald & Co., 368 pages)
Schow's second horror novel. Hardboiled, chilling, imaginative, and original. Chicago's Kenilworth Arms tenement building is an ugly place normally, but of late it's gotten downright dangerous. A trio of characters--drugrunner on the run Cruz, heartbroken loser Jonathan, and hooker with a heart of acid Jamaica--find themselves beset by terrors both supernatural and mundane... This novel is a contemporary weird tale set amidst winter blizzards. Schow's prose manages to convey the cold physical even while the reader is sitting in the heat of a Texas summer/autumn. The emotional chills defy seasons.
71) Sams Teach Yourself Java 6 in 21 Days by Rogers Cadenhead & Laura Lemay (2007, Sams Publishing, 698 pages)
A useful, lengthy introduction to Java. I had to read this for my work, and it helped. Nuff said.
72) The Bone Key by Sarah Monette (2007, Prime Books, 256 pages)
A charming collection of ghost stories set in the Lovecraft/James mode, though with plenty more characterization. These tales all revolve around the necromantic mystery adventures of reserved museum man Kyle Murchison Booth.
73) If I Were You by L. Ron Hubbard (2008, Galaxy Press, 121 pages)
I never figured L. Ron Hubbard to be a pulp fiction master, but that's pretty much what this book--a collection of two pulp stories and some historical details--make him out to be. To its credit, this book completely avoids the topic or mention of scientology, however the lingering association of author to that group tainted this book for me...
The title novella (If I Were You) is a contemporary fantasy tale wherein a circus midget with giant ambitions gains the supernatural ability to switch bodies. Hijinx ensue, and Little Tom Little finds himself in deeper troubles than he ever imagined.
The followup story ("The Last Drop" penned by Hubbard and L. Sprague deCamp) is a tale of booze, size changing, and gangsters. It tries to be high larious. I did not laugh, but then again my sense of humor is pretty dull.
74) Expiration Date by Tim Powers (2008, Subterranean Press, 400 pages)
75) In the Palace of Repose by Holly Phillips (2005, Prime Books, 224 pages)
Exceptionally well written short stories. Magical, dark, realistic tales delivered with brilliant prose. She writes contemporary fantasies, some dark, some not. I am slack-jaw awestruck by Phillips' style. Highly recommended.
76) Star Wars: Death Troopers by Joe Schreiber (2009, Del Rey, 288 pages)
I got this book from the library for one real reason: Star Wars horror novel. When a ship full of convicts and Rebellion sympathizers breaks down in the ass end of space, a nearby Star Destroyer might be their salvation. Too bad, the seemingly abandoned Star Destroyer actually contains a released chemical weapon that turns people into flesh hungry zombie-like monsters. Survival horror ensues, and that's where the novel gets rather boring for me (who'd of thunk it? Stormtrooper zombies boring? Huh, I must be getting old and curmudgeonly). The opening half of the book, which establishes the ensemble of mostly doomed characters (not a single Jedi here, yay!) is the book at its best. I'm intrigued by Schreiber's style, and am interested in checking out some of his non tie-in fiction.
77) Telegraph Days by Larry McMurtry (2007,Simon & Schuster, 304 pages)
Larry McMurtry lampoons the dime novel in this zinger of a book. When the Courtright children's father "suicides himself to death" they are forced to move into speck on the map Rita Blanca, where narrator Marie Antoinette "Nellie" Courtright convinces the Sheriff (who longs to marry her) to take her brother on as deputy. Well, not long after this happens, the Yazzee gang shows up to raise hell and in a fluke display of gunmanship, Jackson Courtright kills them all. What follows is a chuckler of an Old West yarn, featuring dozens of Big Names (including W. T. Sherman, Buffalo Bill Cody, Billy the Kid, the Earp brothers and more). Nellie is a sassy, randy, snarky, and thoughtful liar of a narrator. As the book goes on into steadily less credible areas, I found myself rather amused by the honesty at work beneath the obvious fabrications. The emotions are authentic, even if the events Nellie claims to have observed are increasingly far fetched.
78) Drive by James Sallis (2005, Poison Pen Press, 160 pages)
A spare hardboiled novel about a fellow called Driver ("I drive. That's all I do.") on a road aimed for revenge. The structure of the novel is fascinating, each chapter shifts to another time, giving the book a patchwork feel, but doing a nice job giving us a view into the identity of this ultimately nameless character. Sallis is a very good prose stylist.
- Mood:
thoughtful
So like five seconds ago I tried recipe from "Bento Love: Easy Japanese Cooking" by Kentaro Kobayashi. It was a pretty simple dish, Pork and Cabbage Stir-fry Bento. Now for yeeeaars I never willing eat kapusta er cabbage in any of its forms. When my mom made gawompki er stuffed cabbage I would only eat the filling and gave the cabbage to my mom. To my horror my favorite part of lo mien is the chinese cabbage and a few years ago, my aunt made me her gawompki and oh my god it was better than my mother's - so good I even willing eat the cabbage leaf. So my dearly held aversion no longer had a leg to stand on. I decided to try this recipe because it seemed simple and there was this cute little cabbage in the super market.
It wasn't bad. In fact the recipe was pretty tasty. It was like 5 ingredients and done. The order of operations made the pork really moist. Which was kinda counter intuitive to me. I thought you have to season meat before you brown it. But the recipe put the salt and pepper in the end as well as the Worcestershire sauce, and I was like okay, I will try your crazy idea. And it worked. Check that noise out.
So in the end, cabbage with pork is pretty tasty. My Polish relatives had something going on there. However, never ever will I eat sour kraut. I don't care how much kielbasa you put in there. NO WAY.
It wasn't bad. In fact the recipe was pretty tasty. It was like 5 ingredients and done. The order of operations made the pork really moist. Which was kinda counter intuitive to me. I thought you have to season meat before you brown it. But the recipe put the salt and pepper in the end as well as the Worcestershire sauce, and I was like okay, I will try your crazy idea. And it worked. Check that noise out.
So in the end, cabbage with pork is pretty tasty. My Polish relatives had something going on there. However, never ever will I eat sour kraut. I don't care how much kielbasa you put in there. NO WAY.
I took Toph to the gun range today. He's already been shooting a bunch with his dad, so he's already got the basics down.
Then out of nowhere, one of the most dangerous creatures known to man popped up- a GARDEN GNOME (dum da dunnnnnnnn...) Toph fired a warning shot between its legs, but it kept charging. Toph was left with no choice but to keep shooting. Finally, after a vicious head shot above the eyes, the garden gnome was felled, and all was safe. The people rejoiced, and peace was brought once more to central Massachusetts.
Really, I just printed out this target because I found it hilarious.
I also printed out a target of a bear, and one of a charging rhino. The charging rhino one was HILARIOUS because we were shooting at it with a .22. Because everyone knows you can stop a charging rhino with a .22.
Then out of nowhere, one of the most dangerous creatures known to man popped up- a GARDEN GNOME (dum da dunnnnnnnn...) Toph fired a warning shot between its legs, but it kept charging. Toph was left with no choice but to keep shooting. Finally, after a vicious head shot above the eyes, the garden gnome was felled, and all was safe. The people rejoiced, and peace was brought once more to central Massachusetts.
Really, I just printed out this target because I found it hilarious.
I also printed out a target of a bear, and one of a charging rhino. The charging rhino one was HILARIOUS because we were shooting at it with a .22. Because everyone knows you can stop a charging rhino with a .22.
My room as eaten not one but two sets of my keys. I am a little disturbed.
This video is totally effed up. And awesome. And a good explanation of why you don't often find mud golems.
Alex Gopher - Party People
I had totally forgotten about it until I just found that CD on my shelf.
Alex Gopher - Party People
I had totally forgotten about it until I just found that CD on my shelf.
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shogunhb
I'm feeling creative, and haven't made a lot of pieces in a while, so here's what I'm thinking of doing.
I'm about to make a bunch of pieces, some might be simple, some might not, but regardless of that: they'll all be $20 each.
Earrings, necklaces, whatever. I'll just want to make them and get them out the door.
$20 no matter what. All of them in one post either tomorrow or late Sunday morning.
I just don't know how many I'll end up making, as I'm not sure what I'll do with them after I make them.
Would anyone be interested in something like that?
I'm about to make a bunch of pieces, some might be simple, some might not, but regardless of that: they'll all be $20 each.
Earrings, necklaces, whatever. I'll just want to make them and get them out the door.
$20 no matter what. All of them in one post either tomorrow or late Sunday morning.
I just don't know how many I'll end up making, as I'm not sure what I'll do with them after I make them.
Would anyone be interested in something like that?
Somewhat related to yesterday's post and the discussion about knitting vs. Quilting:
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/12/04/kn
Lots of weighted gender essentialism in the article, but the knitting graffiti is interesting. See also, http://outdoorknit.blogspot.com/
And for friends so politically inclined, nanarchy:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/385
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/12/04/kn
Lots of weighted gender essentialism in the article, but the knitting graffiti is interesting. See also, http://outdoorknit.blogspot.com/
And for friends so politically inclined, nanarchy:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/385
I'm feeling pretty lousy today (sore throat, headache, general malaise), but this website did put a smile on my face. Okay and made me cry. h/t to touchthesoul.
* While doing homework on one of the university computers, I spied Sailor Moon manga on one of the others. It turned out to be a very large, imposing football player reading it. He told me that it was his little sister's new obsession and he wanted to be able to talk to her about it when she called. GMH
*Today, I proposed to my girlfriend of four years in a nice restaurant. When she said yes, the entire restaurant stood up and applauded.
We're both women.
Understanding of true love GMH.
*Today when I walked into the student center at my college, there was a table raising money and awareness for victims of sexual assault on my campus. It was full of pamphlets with information on what to do if raped, and information on abusive relationships and ways to fight violence against women. The table was being run entirely by guys. GMH
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*You all stuck with me last year, when I was grumpy, when I was too tired to do anything fun, and when I was a miserable bitch in the hospital. You let me complain when I hurt, were patient when I was sickly, and gave me the unconditional friendship I needed to get through it. Y'all GMH.
touchthesoul.* While doing homework on one of the university computers, I spied Sailor Moon manga on one of the others. It turned out to be a very large, imposing football player reading it. He told me that it was his little sister's new obsession and he wanted to be able to talk to her about it when she called. GMH
*Today, I proposed to my girlfriend of four years in a nice restaurant. When she said yes, the entire restaurant stood up and applauded.
We're both women.
Understanding of true love GMH.
*Today when I walked into the student center at my college, there was a table raising money and awareness for victims of sexual assault on my campus. It was full of pamphlets with information on what to do if raped, and information on abusive relationships and ways to fight violence against women. The table was being run entirely by guys. GMH
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*You all stuck with me last year, when I was grumpy, when I was too tired to do anything fun, and when I was a miserable bitch in the hospital. You let me complain when I hurt, were patient when I was sickly, and gave me the unconditional friendship I needed to get through it. Y'all GMH.
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