So if you hadn’t noticed, I got over Tumblr. It just seems like a whole lot of re-blogging and link sharing and I’m more interested in writing and reading other people’s writing. I blog here now, should you be interested.
A sneak preview of some of the extra fun in the Dealbreaker book! Thank you for your continued readership. We love you.
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I was going to post a long rant about how every aspect of this makes me sadfaced (crap website design, baaaaaad text, hilarious list of looks she can create for you, photography that is worse than anything I have seen on DeviantArt), but I’ll just let the site speak for itself.
By contrast, a friend-of-a-friend’s photography website can be found here, and is a good remedy to the torture that is ten minutes spent on CMR Photography.
I was wondering why the spores and spores of ‘alternative models’ (read: girls in the goth scene) out there never seem to give up. It’s because they have an equal amount of ‘photographers’ egging them on. It’s one big self-perpetuating nightmare. Sweet jesus.
Fuck. My baby doll brawl team is down to 11. Two people dropped this weekend. I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can play a full on bout with 11 people. There is never less than 14 on a regular team. Arrgggg. This is fucking annoying.
It can be done. The Pissahs once played a bout with just 10. We lost, and we were all fucking tired (that’s with 2 minute jams!)… but it can be done!
Yup, Toxic Avengers have played with 10 more than once. Our home teams rarely have a full 14.
Our sold-out season opener. That’s me on the poster, although I’m not playing thanks to the uncooperative ligament in my knee. Going to the osteo on Tuesday; really hoping for good news.
DAY 38
As I was standing over my underwear drawer just now, attempting to get dressed for the day, it dawned on me that since I’ve been single it’s been exponentially harder to pick out what panties to wear.
When I was in a relationship, I always determined what underwear I was going to wear…
Hahaha! I have this dilemna all the time! I just end up wearing the comfortable ones :)
Oh wow, I haven’t had this issue since I dated men. Once I stopped that nonsense, I stopped buying ‘sexy’ panties. I now have a drawer full of Bonds panties in every colour of the rainbow which are not only comfortable as all hell, but my idea of sexy.
ladies and gentleman, my life
Customer: I’m looking for a book called ‘Tomorrow’. I don’t know the author’s name.
Me: We have a lot of books with that title. Is it fiction or non-fiction?
Customer: Non-fiction.
Me: And what is it about?
Customer: It’s a picture book.
Me: Okay, so it’s a children’s book?
Customer: No, it’s for adults. It has pictures and then it has words explaining the pictures.
So here are some things that happened this afternoon that I am not lying about:
Ben came in from getting the mail and said, “There’s a giant tortoise loose outside.”
“Oh. Okay. What?”
“There’s a giant tortoise loose outside. Come look.”
I went and looked. There was a giant tortoise loose outside. He was walking through the yard across the street, and going pretty fast. There were four other neighbors standing around watching, two of whom had been following him since he walked through their their own yard three blocks away. Nobody knew what to do. So we all stood and watched for a while longer.
“Is he a pet?” “Do we call animal control?” “Can we pick him up, or will he bite?” There were a lot of questions, and nobody had answers.
People started to slow down as they drove past, and a few took pictures. We asked everyone, “Is this your giant tortoise?” After the third one, when they said no, I started adding, “Would you like a giant tortoise?” No takers.
A woman in a housecoat walked over. We asked: “Is this your tortoise?” She said: “No. Mine’s in the backyard. But it might be my son’s.” She walked over to him, checked his shell for markings, and said: “No. He don’t look like Torty.”
TORTY.
At around this time, the giant tortoise was starting to walk into the street, which we tried to discourage him from doing, because people drive fast on our street. Eric, who apparently is a personal trainer and my neighbor, picked him up and turned him back toward grass. He strained to do so, and estimated the giant tortoise’s weight at about 60 pounds.
Just then, another neighbor came from around the corner. He asked: “Is that Steve’s giant tortoise?” To which we responded: “Who’s Steve?” He got a good look at the giant tortoise and said, “I’ll put him in my truck and bring him to Steve’s. If it’s not his, then at least he’ll be safe there. If you start seeing signs for a lost tortoise, call the number and tell them he’s at Steve’s.”
We agreed to do so. We don’t know who Steve is or where he lives.
But we do now know that at least three of our neighbors own giant tortoises.
This is one of my favourite things about the internet: easy access to fantastic writing like this that I would never have had the opportunity to read otherwise.
Can I have a giant tortoise now, please?
