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you know i love to post lyrics [Dec. 6th, 2009|07:39 pm]
[Current Location |Conger]
[mood | bored]
[music |Modest Mouse]

Modest Mouse
Missed the Boat

While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear's door but you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last

Oh please just last


Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed

Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned

Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell

Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am

Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that good God dam

Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong
Than the sound of life's sweet bliss


Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well we knew we missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane

We didn't read the invite
We just dance at our own wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke
and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting drifting around in bubbles and
thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out
that we had truly missed the boat

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves


le sigh.

more work now.

loves.
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finals... once again [Nov. 29th, 2009|10:06 pm]
[Current Location |conger ave]
[mood | anxious]
[music |the format]

boy this school thing is getting old. fast.

two weeks of hell followed by the holidays.

just one semester left...

i think i can. i think i can.

and if you fail
well then you fail
but not to us.
'cause these last three years,
i know they've been hard,
but now it's time to get out of the desert
and into the sun...

even if it's alone...


so now here i sit...
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Gerry Spence is so magnificent. [Nov. 18th, 2009|02:05 pm]
His words -- not mine.

Depression and Mother Nature’s dirty little joke
October 23, 2009

I recognize that depression can be the result of an insidious chemical imbalance. I am not writing about that miserable ghoul that tries to find a home in many an otherwise healthy person.

We all suffer from depression of some kind and of severity. No one is immune from it. Usually it’s a downer, like a cloudy day that, in my part of the country, is of short duration. When we lose a job, a friend, a loved one, when we are sick or feel lonely, depression seems to be a pretty normal reaction. But is it possible that chronic depression, absent the chemical problem, is also a normal reaction?

We are taught to be joyful, taught to put a smile on our faces, taught to be optimistic and see the cup as half full, not half empty. Happiness is a cultural demand in our society. Are you happy? If not, buy a new car. Are you happy? If not, get a facelift or some other kind of lift. Are you happy? If not, drink a Coors or better yet, get drunk, or call your local dealer. Are you happy? If not, get a new spouse, experience a new love affair or come out of the closet.

Are you unhappy? If so, please do not admit it. You will be seen as sick. You will be subjected to treatment. You may even be jailed as a risk to yourself and others.

What if all of this sunshine called happiness is simply imposed on us like any other belief system? We must be happy or we are sick. We will be in trouble if the cultural imperative of happiness escapes us. Send us to the shrink at an unhappy expense to tell us how happy we should be and who will prescribe happy pills for us.

I think of our dogs. They wag their tails and we see them as essentially happy. But they are not aware of the existential truth and Mother Nature’s dirty little joke that she never tires telling: Birth, struggle, infirmity and death.

We have been given that devilish gift called awareness, some call it intelligence. We were also given the power to make choices. We are defined by our choices. We can be happy, at least cheerful, at least brave, or we can whimper and whine and plod along in our own gloomy mental cave. We can choose to enjoy and cherish that magical gift called life, or we can choose to curse the day we were born. But if we choose the latter, are we sick or simply in tune with the ultimate truth, that Mother Nature is still playing that same little joke on us?

I say we play it back on Mother Nature. Eternity would be hell. On, say, our five-hundred and fifty-seven millionth birthday, or our fifteenth billionth, and we find ourselves still no closer to the end than our beginning, one might be begging Mother Nature: “Please, oh, please play your dirty little joke on us. Please, just this once.” A beginning without an end would, indeed, be hell.

Life without the simple pattern of the flower – its tender shoot emerging in the springtime sun, its strength to rise again after some careless foot has smashed it, its willingness to endure pain as its tight bud unfolds, its incomparable beauty as a blossom and the miraculous spread of its seeds in fall winds is part of Mother Nature’s plan as well.

Perfect. And we are in sync with its magic.
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Zero time left [Oct. 29th, 2009|01:28 pm]
The semester is basically over according to my schedule!

This weekend:

TT practice 5-10 Friday
TT practice 8-5 Saturday then family dinner because my grandma came in from CALIFORNIA, I haven't seen her in almost a year and I will only get a few HOURS with her! :(
TT practice 9-4 Sunday.

Then the week starts with all of that crap going on.

Same practice schedule next weekend.

Then another weekend flies by.

Then out of town Thurs-Monday for Trial Team competition in Buffalo.

I'll come home and have to finish my GWR. That takes that weekend. Then Thanksgiving and finals.

Aggghhhh!!

~J
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P.S. You're an adult now [Oct. 26th, 2009|02:18 pm]
Dear Sir or Madam:

If you have not yet done so, now would be a good time to grow the hell up. If you have something to say -- say it. If you have a problem -- address it.

Next time you send a mercenary to do your dirty work, do not expect me to sit around and take it.

Welcome to being an adult. You have to do all of your own work from here on out.

Anything less is childish, wasting time, and costing you credibility.
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot... over [Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:00 am]
You know what matters most to me? (Not necessarily in order)

1. My BFF
2. My nephew and family.
3. The time I get with either of those two
4. Sleeping past noon.
5. A really good Portabella mushroom sandwich.
6. My horses and riding career
7. My other friends, great roommates
8. Mexican and Margaritas with any of those people.
9. A great book -- like philosophy or fiction or poetry or science.
10. A trashy movie/show -- like zombies, sci-fi, or nerd porn.
11. Teaching

You know what matters to most people in my life?

1. Money
2. Jobs
3. Deadlines
4. My cross-examination of a fake witness in a fake trial
5. My weight
6. Whether I am first in my class or not
7. The "news"
8. Being on time for things that don't even matter (and this includes, generally, class attendance)
9. My outlines for classes I could care less if I pass
10. When and whether I am taking the MPRE, the Ohio Bar, etc...
11. Whether I am "over-teaching"
12. Gossip and Drama about my life.

For some reason, the things I really care about, the majority of the world labels as something that's leisure time/free time activities. The things I could not care less about are important "real life" issues.

I'd prefer to fail Secured Transactions, not graduate law school, and spend my life grooming and riding horses if it means I get Mexican and Margaritas three times a week with my BFF, can take my nephew to the zoo once a week, and sleep in when I want.

I am so *sick* of everyone caring about things in my life more than I do. This is my life -- I'll take care of it, thanks. And, if I do it wrong -- I'll deal with it. I don't ask people to pick up after me. Why do they act like my mistakes or wavering in life completely affect--even destroy--their lives.

Jesus fucking Christ. GO AWAY.

Argggghhh.

In other--better news--

Gallagher was sixth in Harrisburg for the North American League Adult Jumper Finals. We then moved on to the Washington International Horse Show. We did not do as well there -- two rails in our first round--but my horse was great and looked even better!!

Alright, still just outside of DC and need to pack up and head home -- gotta be there in time for class at 3.

I'd rather nap and be just on time for the scary movie party tonight rather than give a shit about a class that no one else wants me in anyways.

Think I care if I graduate first? Or even at all? Watch me.
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give us healthcare [Oct. 8th, 2009|10:27 pm]
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Listen.

Do you remember the arguments over changing the Estate Taxes. In order to gain support, the opposition called it "DEATH TAXES."

Fuck that.

We currently live under a LIFE TAX.

"How can we not be united against death?" --Keith Olberman.

Go watch his recent special comment.

We need national dollars spent so that people--EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM--will live. LIVE. Be alive. Face the next day.

If you are not willing to spend your tax dollars to save your fellow HUMAN CITIZENS... you are KILLING PEOPLE. KILLING THEM. Get it? You are a bad bad bad person. I don't care what the hell your thoughts or arguments are.

I want money spent to end pain and prolong life NOW. For everyone. My money. Your money. Everyone's money. I want it first and foremost spent to END PAIN AND PROLONG LIFE.

Where the hell is the other argument?

This is about money and death. If you don't have the former, you will face the latter sooner.s

It goes like this
duty and death
.

Your duty as a human is to help everyone fight against death. It is our worldwide common enemy. It is the only thing we all share. Our mortality is our only eternal binding. It is the only thing that can hold us back. And, it is the one thing that holds us together.

It is our moral imperative duty help fight the death. To keep away the pain. For a moment, for a day, for a year, for everyone for as long as possible. To live is all there really is.

We will all die. We will all face the end.

Why do we make it so hard to get there. Just for money. Money. Profit.

NO ONE DESERVES TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF YOUR PAIN AND HASTENING YOUR DEATH.

YOU do not get to keep your money if it could prevent the pain and death of another citizen.

If you are not supporting national health care coverage for every American citizen, you are valuing $20 or $30 dollars a month of your money over the lives of FORTY-SEVEN THOUSAND (47,000) Americans every year.

Shame on you. Your money is not worth their pain. You do not get to buy their death. You do not get to take a loan out on their suffering.

To live is all there is. To live is all we have. To live is the goal. GET OUT OF OUR WAY.

I want my money spent to treat you, your family, my family, and me. I want my money spent in the promotion of LIFE first and foremost.

If you don't want the same for your money -- you are killing me, my family, your family, and yourself.
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someone save temptation [Oct. 5th, 2009|07:23 pm]
[Current Location |law school hell]
[mood |all things go]
[music |Iron & Wine -- Trapeze Swinger]

with bruises on my chin
the time when
we counted every black car passing
your house
beneath the hill
and up until
someone caught us in the kitchen
with maps, a mountain range
a piggy bank
a vision too removed to mention...

but please, remember me
fondly.
i heard from someone you're still pretty...

then they went on to say
that the pearly gates
has some eloquent graffiti
like, "we'll meet again" and
"fuck the man" and
"tell my mother not to worry"


First a quick rant -- what the F is with parking this semester? I am expecting my car now has on it a parking ticket from the city for parking at a meter that I did not pay for the whole day -- because there were no school spots available after 45 minutes of circling lots. That will be my FOURTH* city parking ticket. I also have one school parking ticket.

* I actually got TWO on the same day last week, one hour apart, for the same offense. The tickets were attached to two different parts of my car. I have called the parking office SIX times and there has been no answer and no return to my messages. I want to know if I have to pay both considering it's for the same offense.

So, yes, that sucks.

In other news... I can't wait for Where the Wild Things Are. I loved that Arcade Fire song even before the trailer ("Wake Up") but it's only better after seeing what will come.

How is it that the days go by so so so slowly--there's so much to do and I am exhausted by the end of it. But, the weeks are flying by! I have no time when I think about it, but during the day it feels like the minutes take hours of agonizing strength trying to focus.

The University decided to play a nice trick and not directly deposit my paycheck last two Fridays ago. They have my direct deposit information, and I have had to pick up one check before so they said this one was all set and ready to go. So much for that. Their fancy trick cost me $50 in overdraft charges on September 30. *

* Of course, this is not helped by the fact that banks stupidly subtract all your debits before adding your deposits. I had another paycheck directly deposited (correctly) that day. By the end of the day I had plenty of money in my account. In fact, I know that check came in at midnight -- so they had the PLUS money even before the NEGATIVE money came into the bank. Lame lame lamesauce.

Money is a pain right now. I knew it would be when I stepped back from my position at Goldman & Rosen -- but I really had no choice. The work/school/trial team/riding competition schedule was going to kill me. And, starting sometime later this week I am going into my Mom's office on a laid back schedule to help with financial reports. It's just a tough pinch for a few weeks in between.

It will be nice to go back into my Mom's office. I usually work there every holiday season. Holiday time is obviously the most stressful for retail, but it's nice to be somewhere for 10 or so hours a week where everyone is thinking about Christmas and celebrations. It's a nice contrast from the dark, boring law school.

Hmmm... what else... I am clearly just typing to procrastinate having to pack up, head home and get back to work on something.

Oh, here's a vile and inappropriate text conversation recently:

Me: Hey, I helped you get that CALI award... where's my "thank you"? ;-)

(CALI awards are given to the top grade for each section in every class. I had helped this person with the only graded assignment for that class and not only did he get in A, he got the highest grade.)

Him: Thanks. But, I thought I paid you in cum?

Me: Whoa what...? We don't talk like that anymore. Anyways, I thought you were on a tight leash.

Him: You liked it.

See, this person and I had a little bit of a fun time during the spring and then a little tiny bit into the summer. That was the time I was helping with the class. There was also a fair amount of messing around. In the end, this classy guy realized he actually had feelings for someone else -- someone I KNEW he had feelings for to begin with but he denied... someone he MADE OUT WITH in front of me TWICE but tried to explain/apologize away so I would continue messing around with him. So, anyways, he has been with her for a little while and we rarely talk at all anymore -- mostly my choice because I was angered and hurt and annoyed and all. But, also his choice because according to him this person checks his phone messages and such... (hence the short leash comment...). So, yeah, totally inappropriate. His explanation?

Him: Yeah, we don't talk anymore but I was taking a shot at getting back to our previous status quo. Yeah, I am on a short leash but a guy can reminisce/dream, can't he?


Ummm... no, no he can't. I swear he only sent that because he thinks I won't tell on him because he knows I don't talk to the girl he's dating.

Men are so, so stupid.

Alright, I need to get back to work -- productive work. Thinking about that twerp anymore will probably just make me angry. I think I might pick up sushi on the way home!
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where does time go? [Oct. 1st, 2009|08:09 pm]
Every time I carve out a few free minute for myself to help catch up on things... something else comes up and snaps that time away.

What's worse is I'll pin down some time for some group meeting, etc etc and plan my week around that and then everyone wants to change the time and I am suddenly expected to undo my schedule.

grrr...

AND, this ACJ class is making me want to go to sleeeeeeeppp...
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OK, I'm done [Sep. 19th, 2009|01:17 pm]
I am really really done arguing about certain topics.

1. Barack Obama was born in Hawaii. He is the duly elected, completely qualified PRESIDENT of the United States of America. If you think otherwise, you are wrong, wrong wrong. And, I am done arguing with you. He was not born in Kenya. His U.S. birth certificate is not a forgery. He was born here. He lives here now. He is over 35. He is a US citizen. He meets each and every constitutional requirement to be the President.

Those who perpetuate the argument that he does not are probably RACISTS. And, I'm not tolerating this any longer. These people are on a rampage to DELEGITIMIZE the President. It is nearly treasonous. Sit down, shut the fuck up, and deal with the fact that a black man is in charge. IT'S OK.

2. Anyone holding a sign with a swastika, Barack Obama as a witch doctor, or calling Barack Obama a "secret Muslim" is a racist. Unless you are one, I suggest you stop these people mid-sentence, refuse to listen to them, and tell them to STFU. I am done with people entertaining this racist bullshit.

Most of us have NO idea what it must have been like to grow up a black man in this country. When was the last time you hailed a cab and SIX passed you before one pulled over? When was the last time you walked into a room and the women held their purses closer to their body? When was it exactly that you had someone tell you they (or someone else) was going to hang you, rape you, quarter you, or otherwise and OTHER PEOPLE AGREED?

This is NOT the time nor the topic for politeness or political correctness. CALL LIARS, LIARS. CALL RACISTS, RACISTS. To their faces. I don't care if that's not nice. You know what else is not nice? Hating someone because their skin looks different than yours. STOP tolerating this behavior. NOW.

3. The LEAST common race and sex is WHITE MALE. There are more women than men in the world. There are more non-whites than there are whites. Please, please, for the love of fucking god, stop thinking that white, rich, conservative male is the default viewpoint. CHRIST HIMSELF WAS NOT WHITE. To think that white men have any clue about the perspective of the majority of the world is naive and absurd. Look outside the box, don't just think outside of it. WHITE MEN are the smallest percentage of the world population and yet they have the most power.

It's because they invented guns and money, not because they are special.

4. THIS COUNTRY NEEDS HEALTHCARE. It is a FACT, indisputably so, that health insurance companies make more money if you stay sick than if a doctor cures you. THAT IS UNDENIABLY IMMORAL. There is no fucking rational reason to deny healthcare -- emergency, preventative, and otherwise -- to any human being. If you think there is, you are a BAD PERSON. You really are. Illegal aliens should have health care, too. I don't care if you are pissed off that YOUR precious American tax dollars might be used to save the life of a Mexican child.

People dying from preventable, curable illnesses is INSANE. Human life is important, right? What's the point of having a society if you refuse the best part of it to other people? This is not a case of "our game, our rules." This is about RIGHT vs. WRONG. It is WRONG to deny healthcare to any HUMAN. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. I don't care if they can't pay, I don't care if they mutilated themselves, I don't care if it's expensive. If a life can be saved, and you refuse to do so, you are an ASSHOLE.

5. Prayer will not help me. So, stop praying for me. And, another thing--stop assuming people want to be prayed for. The Christian God (or is he the American God?) is one of the LEAST POPULAR gods in all of the world and in all of history. More people worship(ed) Allah, Buddha, the Hindu gods, NO god, and the ancient Egyptian gods than worship YOUR god. If you want to go to a church and pray, that's fine. But don't act like I have to respect you FOR that fact. You do not respect me for NOT believing in god. I don't have to respect you for believing. NONE of our problems are going to be fixed by your prayer. I am not going to stop you from praying, but I am going to demand that you ALSO get your ass in gear, get your ass off that pew, and start working on solutions for THIS WORLD, this time. If you don't want to work towards a change and an answer, then STOP SHARING IN THE FRUTIS OF THAT WORK. If you live in "god's" kingdom, stop using the resources in my kingdom.




If you are being silent on these issues, you are part of the issue. The reason we are still dealing with racism, sexism, rampant religion, lack of healthcare, and political bullshit is BECAUSE no one will call these people out.

STOP TOLERATING THIS. Yeah, people will be upset that you're not being nice. But, there are no etiquette rules that demand you tolerate lying, cheating, stealing, racism, sexism, or profiting off of the misfortune of others. Stop acting like you have to keep quiet. Your silence LEGITIMIZES their bullshit. When you hear crap, call it crap. When you see racists, point it out -- to them and to everyone else around. It is NOT okay to behave like that, and it is also NOT okay to let that behavior continue.

Your acquiescence makes you an accomplice. Get this straight -- your complicity makes you a party to the crime. Your silence is sinful. Your politeness perpetuates the problem.

We all have one chance on this planet. Stop letting everyone else fuck it up.
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arg [Sep. 19th, 2009|01:08 pm]
Dr. Taitz,

I am about to graduate from law school.

I have looked for a long time for a suitable role model.

Dr. Taitz, you are truly a terrible, disgraceful excuse for a lawyer. Your political posturing is wasting this country's time and our courts' money. You have no business with a law degree. You have proffered FORGED evidence to a federal court and then have the audacity to complain that your case was dismissed as frivolous. You are representing people who ought to be heralded as heroes but who are instead cowering at the thought of a black man being their boss.

Are you a racist? Do you like representing them?

As a woman, and a future lawyer, I am sickened that I will have to work extra hard to undo the mess you've created. You have set back female lawyers decades.

BARACK OBAMA IS THE DULY ELECTED AND QUALIFIED PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

The only reason you have gotten this far in this argument is because of racists entertaining your arguments. Who filed suit to escape deployment because Bush was NOT elected in 2000? I believe no one. And he actually DID NOT win the election.

You need to stop behaving like a politician, or relinquish your law license. You cannot be both.

How can you argue in favor of the constitution and yet stand in court each day and disgrace the country that very document helped to found?
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2009|11:42 am]
Okay, phone is up and working once again. Brand new Tour.

Other than that...

I love trial team. It's hard and competitive, and I am not great at it. But, it's fun. It's about the only thing I work on. I'm sick and bored with school.

I hope I do well at Shake Downs in two weeks.

This week will be busy. School, work, tutoring, leaving for NYC on Friday for the weekend.

And, of course... LOTS AND LOTS of Trial Team work...
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(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2009|05:08 pm]
My phone is broken for the trillion billionth time this summer... just Email, Facebook, or send smoke signals....

~J.rabbit
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been gone a long time. [Aug. 24th, 2009|12:40 pm]
[Current Location |akron law]
[music |PASSION PIT]

Most of the time, what I hear is complete bullshit. From TV, in class, from friends and family even. We all say what we think we are supposed to. Thousands of years of civilization has perfected deep in our blood some need to speak certain words. "Things are looking up" ; "Things will get better" etc...

We say these things because we think -- actually, our blood tells us-- we must. That's what people in society say.

Even when it's not true. Our own blood, volition, and will lies to us. Everyday.

Dare you speak the truth? "You're right, things suck and are unlikely to change." Everyone will turn away from you. We prefer the lies to the truth.

But, some of the things are true. Mundane, but true.

"The sun will rise." -- True, but stupid.
"At least you're still breathing" -- True, but then if I wasn't, you couldn't even say that to me.

But, some things... when said truthfully. When the speaker really, really, really, really means what she utters.... some things are beautifully perfect, simple, plain, and enduring. It's not the words that mean anything -- it's rather what the words bring back to us. Something that otherwise would be lost forever. Something that has died. This is how resurrection exists.

"I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."

Somethings are worth wading through the bullshit.

Of course, what else is there to do, but keep wading? I have no place better to go but this planet. No life better to lead but this one. No time better to enjoy but this moment.

And, so, we stick around.

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down.
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(no subject) [Aug. 16th, 2009|07:26 pm]
My phone sucks again... please leave me email (JessMcFall (at) gmail.com) or FaceBook Message and such....


Also... :-) things are looking up. Bad blood made good again. Old made New. And, things I've missed, re-found....

And, that's good for me. :)

~J.Rabbit

Ugghhh school soon.... booooooo
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egads [Aug. 8th, 2009|05:10 pm]
is anyone aware that summer is almost over? eeekkk..

much to do!

i don't wanna go back. at all.
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fame... errr, infamy... [Aug. 3rd, 2009|10:12 am]
http://www.cleveland.com/living/index.ssf/2009/08/law_student_jess_mcfall_makes.html
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my room's a mess [Jul. 25th, 2009|02:54 pm]
[Current Location |Angel Falls]
[mood |the usual]
[music |Flobots! Oh, I love]

Ever want to look around and go, "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, fuck you...." Yeah, I've had those moments lately. Especially work. I mean, my job is great, and the firm I'm at is fabulous. But, they don't see that us lowly law clerks have about 10 bosses. And, turns out their project is not our only project.

So, this week at work was really hectic for me and for the other law clerk. We each billed probably 30-35 hours -- which is a LOT for an otherwise only 40 hour work week. Anyhows, it did make the week go by quickly.

Oh, I am being interviewed and photographed by the Plain Dealer on Wednesday as part of this column:

http://www.cleveland.com/pdq/index.ssf/2009/07/post_4.html

Thanks to http://www.myspace.com/goodlifetattoos for the ink, and the patience with all the tiny black letters. (Special thanks, really to Brian McFadden who has suffered through the most of it... and will probably have to suffer more.)

Hmmm... well, I still have a ton of unpacking to do. Organize. Clean. So much. I also am finally taking a few prints to get framed--yay for new artwork!

I slept in until 1 today, but I think I really needed the sleep. I had two all-nighters this week with work/school. I know i have so much less time to get things done today, but I needed that rest, I think. Last night I popped up to Cedar Point for a few twilight hours. Ahhh, season passes are so great.

Back to life!
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New life... [Jul. 18th, 2009|06:45 am]
[Current Location |dick ave, conger ave, dick ave, back and forth]
[music |itunes n such]

Today is moving day for me!

Followed by several hours of work... I am responsible for three of the biggest domestic relations cases our office has seen and I'm drowning in them!

Hopefully some dancing tonight.

Tomorrow is horse show, tutoring, and writing a paper that's due Monday.

And, finally, a whole new week starts at work!

Ugh...
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ever notice [Jul. 15th, 2009|04:16 pm]
how people rarely, if ever, say what they really mean.

most of the time i am having long conversations about something that they are not really about. it's so weird.

and annoying!
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