Last week we got a last minute ticket to the biggest football show in the world! The country has been squeeing and celebrating ever since and I have the missed drunk dialed calls on my phone to prove it. Last thursday was even a holiday to welcome the team home from Bahrain.
I expect we'll get our asses handed to us unless we get a few weak teams in our group. I'm hoping we can draw at least one game, that wouldn't be so bad for a first attempt. I'm also hoping we'll be in a group with Italy, wishful thinking. But, forza T&T and onward to the ninth of December!
I updated my user info, polished nails read The Tell-Tale Heart and texted friend for her birthday. I'm so lazy it scares me. That story always makes my blood run cold; I keep imagining the old man shivering in the dark, knowing something embodying all his fears was in the room with him.
We just had a mini storm with an innordinate amount of thunder. Surprisingly, the rain poured down afterward; it rarely rains heavily here when the thunder shows off. It made me restless and this is bad because I need to work on some notes for a meeting on Tuesday. The thunder's still rattling around and poor Azzurri is camped under the bed.
I was going through my old files the other day and I found some images of Alice Aycock's and Judy Chicago's work.
Dear religious fundies everywhere,
Birth control helps prevent abortions.
No love,
Me.
P.S: Jesus thinks you're stupid.
Sounds less fun than "snow day," doesn't it? But you work with what you're given. I rose at 4: 45 am and trudged up to the city like a good little worker bee, braving rain and flood waters only to be sent home again. Got back at 9:30 and was pleasantly surprised to find the Sci-Fi channel running an X-Files marathon.
The storm is over for now, for us, it's still battering Grenada. We had flooding and minor landslides but they've been more of an inconvenience than a danger. Still, we're at the start of a busy storm season and I'm definitely getting prepared this year; I found a store where I can get a first aid kit, mini fire extiniguisher and flash light for about $200.00
Back to the X-files and a lovely Danish-Italian-Swedish plotbunny * huggles FL * Spam later, perhaps.
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No, you stupid breeder, your brother wasn't a father, he was a fucking sperm donor. Fathers aren't cowardly asses who use their babies as human shields! What happened to the baby was cruel, all that happened to your brother was that a really late term abortion finally caught up with him.
Not so wee T-Storm Emily has, thus far, remained a tropical storm. There's a wind up but not as bad as it could be. It's still nerve wracking, especially when you remember that Ivan the Terrible went from a category one to category three in less than three hours and then the bastard ended up a category five.Edit! Emily is now a category one hurricane.
The best thing about early rising is the way the day seems to stretch out before one. This is my day in point form, so far.
Things I will accomplish today!
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