Gacked from Russ. Go to musicoutfitters and put your birth year into the search blicky. The first link is likely the top 100 songs of that year. Cut and paste that list here. Bold the ones you actually like. Understand that the word “like” in this case means, in the very least, “wouldn’t immediately change the radio station from.” Pick a favorite. Underline that favorite. (…I think two thirds of the songs I know on this list I know from somebody remaking it in the eighties. There are many I…
things I collect
Things I collect, as re-discovered while doing a vicious cleaning: Bookmarks. Particularly unicorn bookmarks, many of which have dorky little unicorns on them, but almost all of which say things that I like. If there’s ever any doubt my heart is in the clouds, just check out the bookmark collection. Old correspondence, from the days before widespread email useage. I cannot, at the moment, decide if I should keep this stuff or not, which means that I will. Also: my character Kit’s entire online roleplay history from Classic X-MUSH, save…
goodness.
Apparently everyone I know, and a number of people I don’t, want to be in on this filter. :) If you find yourself here, it’s because you responded to the posting about it. If you don’t want to be on it, you’ll have to tell me, because I added everybody who responded. Big yay for the day: I weighed in this morning and finally was at 155 on my official weigh-in day. As I’ve been flirting with that number since…whenever I bleached my hair…but hadn’t seen it on the scale…
THUD!
THUD. Thunderbird Falls (or as I typed it a minute ago, Thudnerbird Falls, which made me and Trip laugh a lot) is submitted. Et voi fucking la, baby. I have now turned in everything that has a due date, except COYOTE DREAMS, which isn’t due until *March*, so no prollem. Goals for the remainder of August: do back cover copy. Finish PL proposal. Work on websites. Work on the house. And READ. READ, READ READ READ READ. Did I mention READ? miles to Mount Doom: 51
Ok, so…
Let me essplain. No. Is too much. Let me sum up. Last October, for no evident reason, a switch flipped in my brain. It was triggered by meeting my Dad, who said he’d given up sweets, and I said, “Me too!” and did, for forty days. I lost 7 pounds in those 6 weeks and have been on a downward trend ever since, which has culminated in about 33 pounds of loss since October 2004 and made for a total of 50 pounds lost since I was at my fattest.…