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What in hell? - An unresolvable quandry
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Order take-out and get it delivered until you run out of some necessity, like toothpaste or lile toilet paper then brave the cold and yuck.
I highly endorse laziness today.
After plowing head (hood) first into that deep ditch two weeks ago, I find that I am absolutely freaked driving down our steep hill in the snow. Today I crawled down in first gear and was still shaking when I reached the bottom. It skidded a bit even in first gear. I am going to buy some snow tires for it - it has all weather tires right now and I am hoping that snows give me a little more purchase.
So, stay in doors, unless you are walking. AH! You ARE walking. Then it might be fun to slog through the slush. Or not. How is the job situation coming? Anything look promising? We need to make a plan for Hexmas. Discuss. Love you, mamallama
Heh. It's just what I call Christmas, because our family is not religious, but we love to take the time to get together and celebrate the season and our family and have good times and good food and gift giving. Jan generally says "Happy Solstice," but I just like the sound of Hexmas.
I really, really wish you'd written this before I went out. Because that would have been AWESOMESAUCE.
Or, it would have been followed by 10 days of increasingly whiny posts regarding the cold you caught, followed by a disconcerting radio silence which would prompt your friends and family to send a SAR team into the wilds of Boston, where they would find your apartment abandonded, with evidence of a struggle, and tissues strewn everywhere. The only clue as to what happened would be in the puddles of mucus that are spaced with disturbing regularity, all the way from your bedroom door to the street.
And I really don't want that.
The only clue as to what happened would be in the puddles of mucus that are spaced with disturbing regularity, all the way from your bedroom door to the street.
And I really don't want that. ...oh. You probably don't want to visit any time soon then. And I should really re-think my winter decorations...
get pizza?
eat at my holiday party? i don't want to go outside : ( |
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