March 2008
How did I end up on Ft. Meade?
Okay seriously, I’ve officially dropped this phone more than any other phone I’ve had. I’m going to wrap it in Nerf material.
Not sure I’m into this Lady Grey tea.
Listening to the guy across the cube-hall violently cursing at his database.
Trying to figure out the current aroma in the office - either old socks or instant potatoes au gratin. I know you’re all jealous.
I went to bed too late last night. Got that exhaustion that starts in the middle of the body and just radiates outward.
The second half of class dragged so badly.
I have the best imaginary boyfriend ever. Ryan Zimmerman FTW! Literally!
Also, for whatever reason, I’m hungry.
Laundry in washer AND dryer. 1 chapter for history to read. Still no sheets on my bed. I just want to sleep!
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The power is back, but I am not holding my breath that it will stay on very long. Charging my phone and laptop.
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Craxworth posted a photo:
Having this time estimate is not helping it go any faster.
Aaaaaaaand it’s gone again.
Miraculous! It’s back!
Power’s still out.
Pepco estimates the power might be back at 5. They also estimated that it might be back at 3.
Listening to more Al Green while I wash every sheet and towel I own. How did I turn into a frat boy? Slept w/no sheets on bed last night.
Power just went out. For the second time today.
“Don Juan is all about love… It’s got nothing to do with marriage.”
Oh yeah, rolling into the bowling alley at 12:19 is awesome.
I have never been so bored at the bar in my life.
Waiting on the boys to meet me so we can bowl.
I hate when I sit around just long enough to be late.
Napping sounds awesome right now.
Made my sandwich anyway, and it’s pretty dang good.
Lunch plans foiled by painting going on in the kitchen. People need to run this stuff by me.
“I’m a lady, you greasy bastard!”
Apparently I opened a bag of Mini Eggs and spilled some soda when I got home last night.
Doing housework with Pootie Tang on in the background. THIS is how you spend a morning.
Where is Askhon when I need him, my back is killing and I would really appreciate a hot tub right now.
And OMG I can’t wait for Miss Rap Supreme.
There is literally a screaming argument about real estate going on around me.
The guy who tried to pick me up an hour ago just got in a fight. Ew.
Savannah’s high school reunion. Can’t beat it.
QT at Savannah’s with my guys.
Ooohhhh I have internets again!
Phones are busy at the cable company. D’oh.
There seems to be a mass Interwebs outage in the hood. Neighbors with open WiFi can’t ping the google either.
I love getting all-employee emails from the CEO with spelling errors in them.
Dear Brian Donovan, It’s Fair Game - not Frontline. Why so serious?
Wind picked up, birds stopped yelling, moved my car.
It’s very still up here on Mt. Dynamitron. The birds are still yelling though, no storms yet!
At work and drinking what I am pretty sure is the best Americano I have ever had in my life.
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Surprisingly, the constitution of Japan circa 1889 is not scintillating.
Day 3 of 6 AM wakeup. I already can’t wait to go to bed tonight.
Cold Stone Cake Batter > Ben and Jerry’s Cake Batter. If I wanted a frosting swirl, I’d swirl my own damn frosting. On top.
If I were a dude, I’d totally have a boner for Kristen Wiig.