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azuli. Oh, as a NPC, she's deadly enough...but when I think of loving, thoughtful Killie, it just smacks me upside the head. Killer of Nine. Oh yeah. She's capable enough.
Would she? Well, if you were stupid enough to deserve it, yeah. I think I'd even dig the hole for her to hide the evidence - you'd have to be that stupid.
What a peaceful Saturday this has turned out to be. Not that I was expecting much. Jim's at work, and we managed to rise, laze about and enjoy ourselves until noon, when I got dressed and we went out to fetch the few things I had to have transportation for. Before he went to work and took the wheels with him.
That meant picking up the two posters we had framed a month ago at far too great expense, but hey, they're ready - and then cashing in the Borders card Cedric gave us for Christmas last year. The car is almost out of gas, and we're that broke.
I'll tell you, there is little self-abuse you can heap on yourself than to go into Borders, ask for your card to be cashed in while you stand in the middle of everything you always wanted to buy - and you clutch that little green bill to your chest and hurry out knowing that this is all your own fault and head off to put gas in the car so Jim can go to work.
Then you go to Stater Bros and turn in all the recyclables from your desk at work, and he empties the piggy mug. THAT turned out to be more of a windfall than expected - almost twenty dollars there alone!
So, packing him a dinner, he has money for gas and a cold drink or two this weekend. Moving money from savings will be completed Tuesday and payday is Friday.
So begins another pay period.
I decided to hold off paying a lawyer $500 to write threatening letters to the Homeowners Board until after the meeting Monday, the 7th. I'm hoping they will have come to some decision about what they are going to do - and I suspect they will either take over or file the claim they should have filed back in June.
If they wash their hands of it, I'm into it with the cost of filing a formal lawsuit. Fuck me.
Goodbye Yaoi Con, goodbye digital camera, goodbye everything else I wanted this year.
Jim can't figure out where the money is going. Moment to moment, it IS hard. But when you realize that I'm making payments on five credit cards, put a new transmission in the car...and we drive that puppy every day for 200 miles...the picture becomes clearer. We eat better. We have more clothes. We go to Dave & Busters once in a while instead of never. The dog eats wet food instead of dry. The little things.
And there is always something to catch up on. Him getting sick this summer hit us harder than I want to admit. Wanted to admit.
*sigh* It's quiet. Cloudy, too. Think it might rain.
Time for a book. Or a nap. Or both.
azuli. Oh, as a NPC, she's deadly enough...but when I think of loving, thoughtful Killie, it just smacks me upside the head. Killer of Nine. Oh yeah. She's capable enough.Would she? Well, if you were stupid enough to deserve it, yeah. I think I'd even dig the hole for her to hide the evidence - you'd have to be that stupid.
What a peaceful Saturday this has turned out to be. Not that I was expecting much. Jim's at work, and we managed to rise, laze about and enjoy ourselves until noon, when I got dressed and we went out to fetch the few things I had to have transportation for. Before he went to work and took the wheels with him.
That meant picking up the two posters we had framed a month ago at far too great expense, but hey, they're ready - and then cashing in the Borders card Cedric gave us for Christmas last year. The car is almost out of gas, and we're that broke.
I'll tell you, there is little self-abuse you can heap on yourself than to go into Borders, ask for your card to be cashed in while you stand in the middle of everything you always wanted to buy - and you clutch that little green bill to your chest and hurry out knowing that this is all your own fault and head off to put gas in the car so Jim can go to work.
Then you go to Stater Bros and turn in all the recyclables from your desk at work, and he empties the piggy mug. THAT turned out to be more of a windfall than expected - almost twenty dollars there alone!
So, packing him a dinner, he has money for gas and a cold drink or two this weekend. Moving money from savings will be completed Tuesday and payday is Friday.
So begins another pay period.
I decided to hold off paying a lawyer $500 to write threatening letters to the Homeowners Board until after the meeting Monday, the 7th. I'm hoping they will have come to some decision about what they are going to do - and I suspect they will either take over or file the claim they should have filed back in June.
If they wash their hands of it, I'm into it with the cost of filing a formal lawsuit. Fuck me.
Goodbye Yaoi Con, goodbye digital camera, goodbye everything else I wanted this year.
Jim can't figure out where the money is going. Moment to moment, it IS hard. But when you realize that I'm making payments on five credit cards, put a new transmission in the car...and we drive that puppy every day for 200 miles...the picture becomes clearer. We eat better. We have more clothes. We go to Dave & Busters once in a while instead of never. The dog eats wet food instead of dry. The little things.
And there is always something to catch up on. Him getting sick this summer hit us harder than I want to admit. Wanted to admit.
*sigh* It's quiet. Cloudy, too. Think it might rain.
Time for a book. Or a nap. Or both.
