He's at the bottom of the top half of the show -

From the archives...

But just before him?

Someone whose two kids signed up after 9/11, got sent to Iraq instead and died there.

Lessee. About three widths of the button should get you to it, from the end.

He's at the bottom of the top half of the show -

From the archives...

But just before him?

Someone whose two kids signed up after 9/11, got sent to Iraq instead and died there.

Lessee. About three widths of the button should get you to it, from the end.

He's at the bottom of the top half of the show -

From the archives...

But just before him?

Someone whose two kids signed up after 9/11, got sent to Iraq instead and died there.

Lessee. About three widths of the button should get you to it, from the end.

Saturday morning -

And Jim has left for work. Estimated time of retrieval, 6:00 PM.

*twiddles thumbs*

I have a music project for our_project to do, a kitchen full of dirty dishes (*sigh* I wasn't home sick all day yesterday, and I brought dinner home, soooo...yeah. Not mine.) that will have to be done before anything else, because, well, ew - and I have a small list of things to get outside the house that I'll save for when the heat of the day is on and I need some A/C to cool off.

I hit a new record yesterday coming home - I've broken the $30 mark for a tank of gas. Go me.

I'd go driving around the garage sales this morning looking for a bike, except...I just spent $30 on a tank of gas. If I pass one running errands today, I'll let you know.

24. 'My Immortal' -- Evanescence (2002) A whimpering post-breakup tune in which lead singer Amy Lee pitifully mourns the end of a relationship over a piano accompaniment that sounds like Pachelbel after the Prozac wore off. 'My Immortal' closely follows the "quantum tragedy paradigm": the shorter the time two people spent together as a couple, the more overwrought the song is that describes their break-up. Judging by the lorry-load of anguish Lee spews out, she split from someone she dated for about an hour (if her lyrics are to be believed, the guy was a real freak, too).

What do Pink Floyd, Bette Midler and Metallica have in common? They've all written horribly depressing tunes, according to Tom Reynolds, author of I Hate Myself and Want to Die. He offers his top 25 miserable tracks - and it's hysterical.

Me, I'm going to go have some pineapple coffee cake I got with dinner at the Local Place last night - and watch some anime again.

Such excitement.

Saturday morning -

And Jim has left for work. Estimated time of retrieval, 6:00 PM.

*twiddles thumbs*

I have a music project for our_project to do, a kitchen full of dirty dishes (*sigh* I wasn't home sick all day yesterday, and I brought dinner home, soooo...yeah. Not mine.) that will have to be done before anything else, because, well, ew - and I have a small list of things to get outside the house that I'll save for when the heat of the day is on and I need some A/C to cool off.

I hit a new record yesterday coming home - I've broken the $30 mark for a tank of gas. Go me.

I'd go driving around the garage sales this morning looking for a bike, except...I just spent $30 on a tank of gas. If I pass one running errands today, I'll let you know.

24. 'My Immortal' -- Evanescence (2002) A whimpering post-breakup tune in which lead singer Amy Lee pitifully mourns the end of a relationship over a piano accompaniment that sounds like Pachelbel after the Prozac wore off. 'My Immortal' closely follows the "quantum tragedy paradigm": the shorter the time two people spent together as a couple, the more overwrought the song is that describes their break-up. Judging by the lorry-load of anguish Lee spews out, she split from someone she dated for about an hour (if her lyrics are to be believed, the guy was a real freak, too).

What do Pink Floyd, Bette Midler and Metallica have in common? They've all written horribly depressing tunes, according to Tom Reynolds, author of I Hate Myself and Want to Die. He offers his top 25 miserable tracks - and it's hysterical.

Me, I'm going to go have some pineapple coffee cake I got with dinner at the Local Place last night - and watch some anime again.

Such excitement.

Saturday morning -

And Jim has left for work. Estimated time of retrieval, 6:00 PM.

*twiddles thumbs*

I have a music project for our_project to do, a kitchen full of dirty dishes (*sigh* I wasn't home sick all day yesterday, and I brought dinner home, soooo...yeah. Not mine.) that will have to be done before anything else, because, well, ew - and I have a small list of things to get outside the house that I'll save for when the heat of the day is on and I need some A/C to cool off.

I hit a new record yesterday coming home - I've broken the $30 mark for a tank of gas. Go me.

I'd go driving around the garage sales this morning looking for a bike, except...I just spent $30 on a tank of gas. If I pass one running errands today, I'll let you know.

24. 'My Immortal' -- Evanescence (2002) A whimpering post-breakup tune in which lead singer Amy Lee pitifully mourns the end of a relationship over a piano accompaniment that sounds like Pachelbel after the Prozac wore off. 'My Immortal' closely follows the "quantum tragedy paradigm": the shorter the time two people spent together as a couple, the more overwrought the song is that describes their break-up. Judging by the lorry-load of anguish Lee spews out, she split from someone she dated for about an hour (if her lyrics are to be believed, the guy was a real freak, too).

What do Pink Floyd, Bette Midler and Metallica have in common? They've all written horribly depressing tunes, according to Tom Reynolds, author of I Hate Myself and Want to Die. He offers his top 25 miserable tracks - and it's hysterical.

Me, I'm going to go have some pineapple coffee cake I got with dinner at the Local Place last night - and watch some anime again.

Such excitement.

If I haven't said this -

I am uniformly BAD at remembering birthdays. Even the little email reminders are useless.

I even forget that you can use LJ to check them - if your friends are brave enough to list them, of course.

Forget it. Always. That's me.

Don't take it personally.

Sleep now. Really really.

If I haven't said this -

I am uniformly BAD at remembering birthdays. Even the little email reminders are useless.

I even forget that you can use LJ to check them - if your friends are brave enough to list them, of course.

Forget it. Always. That's me.

Don't take it personally.

Sleep now. Really really.

If I haven't said this -

I am uniformly BAD at remembering birthdays. Even the little email reminders are useless.

I even forget that you can use LJ to check them - if your friends are brave enough to list them, of course.

Forget it. Always. That's me.

Don't take it personally.

Sleep now. Really really.