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But first some interesting E-mail...
( A trip to the middle east )
( PC(USA)'s youth convention notes )
While I no longer claim affiliation with the Presbyterian Church(USA), I still recieve e-mail from them. Which I don't mind particularly, since it provides a rather interesting look at how a national denomination is dealing with issues of the modern world. Plus, every once in a while, I get nostalgic for the days of being part of the "frozen chosen".
So, work still sucks. Nothing I can do about that, tho![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adagiogray is trying to get me to become a deputy sheriff in Franklin County with him. Yeah right...go ahead, give me handcuffs.
Mr Gray, who still claims heterosexuality, dragged me to Union Station tonite after work for 2 martini's (his), 2 beers (mine), a shot of Cuttysark (mine, much to my regret). and a shot of Frangelica (shared). Needless to say, I was stumbling when we walked out at 2:15. However, from the blur of music I heard while my head spun, I do recall hearing "The Bad Touch" by Bloodhound Gang, and the damn one hit from Sonique who's name I can never remeber, but I love anyway.
After that, we went to TeeJay's for Mush, sausage gravy and biscuits, and banana cream pie. My diet starts tomorrow anyway, might as well enjoy the home cookin' now. Problem being that the Tee-Jay's effect is kicking in, and George has me in mortal terror of the bathroom. George being the little spider who spun a web between the tub and the door wall, who likes to stare at me while I sit on the pot. I'm trying to talkgothic_oreo into helping George find a new place to live, namely the sacred huting grounds, if only so I can clean the damn bathroom without screaming everytime George drops from the ceiling to visit me.
In the meantime, I still need to find a nice gift for Herb's mom, since she's turning 50. So, Thursday, I will enter the hell of commerce known as City Center to find something licenced by Betty Boop. Then on Friday, El Herbo and I will take his motorized carriage to Port Clinton for my whopping weekend vacation this year. *cheer*
I will be so happy to get away for a short period of time. And I swear that I won't get plastered on Jello shots on Put-In-Bay this time.
Oh yeah. What do a desk and opening day tickets for Buckeye football have in common? Both are reason enough for my mother and brother to wake me up following a 12 hour shift. I'm about ready to tell mom to give Richard the fucking tickets and go see Billy Idol instead. Anything is better than dealing with the landmine that is my family.
Of yeah, Dragonlance Legends wasn't anywhere near as good as I remembered it being. And the Deathgate Cycle is kind of dull. *sigh*
( A trip to the middle east )
( PC(USA)'s youth convention notes )
While I no longer claim affiliation with the Presbyterian Church(USA), I still recieve e-mail from them. Which I don't mind particularly, since it provides a rather interesting look at how a national denomination is dealing with issues of the modern world. Plus, every once in a while, I get nostalgic for the days of being part of the "frozen chosen".
So, work still sucks. Nothing I can do about that, tho
adagiogray is trying to get me to become a deputy sheriff in Franklin County with him. Yeah right...go ahead, give me handcuffs. Mr Gray, who still claims heterosexuality, dragged me to Union Station tonite after work for 2 martini's (his), 2 beers (mine), a shot of Cuttysark (mine, much to my regret). and a shot of Frangelica (shared). Needless to say, I was stumbling when we walked out at 2:15. However, from the blur of music I heard while my head spun, I do recall hearing "The Bad Touch" by Bloodhound Gang, and the damn one hit from Sonique who's name I can never remeber, but I love anyway.
After that, we went to TeeJay's for Mush, sausage gravy and biscuits, and banana cream pie. My diet starts tomorrow anyway, might as well enjoy the home cookin' now. Problem being that the Tee-Jay's effect is kicking in, and George has me in mortal terror of the bathroom. George being the little spider who spun a web between the tub and the door wall, who likes to stare at me while I sit on the pot. I'm trying to talk
gothic_oreo into helping George find a new place to live, namely the sacred huting grounds, if only so I can clean the damn bathroom without screaming everytime George drops from the ceiling to visit me. In the meantime, I still need to find a nice gift for Herb's mom, since she's turning 50. So, Thursday, I will enter the hell of commerce known as City Center to find something licenced by Betty Boop. Then on Friday, El Herbo and I will take his motorized carriage to Port Clinton for my whopping weekend vacation this year. *cheer*
I will be so happy to get away for a short period of time. And I swear that I won't get plastered on Jello shots on Put-In-Bay this time.
Oh yeah. What do a desk and opening day tickets for Buckeye football have in common? Both are reason enough for my mother and brother to wake me up following a 12 hour shift. I'm about ready to tell mom to give Richard the fucking tickets and go see Billy Idol instead. Anything is better than dealing with the landmine that is my family.
Of yeah, Dragonlance Legends wasn't anywhere near as good as I remembered it being. And the Deathgate Cycle is kind of dull. *sigh*
