JOURNAL: kyburg (Donna Hutt Stapfer Bell)

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  • Smokin' cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo/Don't tell me./I got nothing to do.... 2002-06-13 14:59:11 EK - hush yer mouth. I resemble that remark, wench. *giggle* And you have ants in your car cos' you're so *sweet.* (Yeah, yeah, yeah...and I'm lemony fresh from all the LEMONS life's been handing me this month!)

    Lemony fresh...oh yeeeessss.

    Iserlohn is going to Austria without me. No chance now, and now even work is saying I can't leave the country until September. I oughta plan to fly September 11th. I just should for the ugly fun of it.

    And I have my own pair of 4-wheelers. 
  • *chuckles* 2002-06-12 12:54:55 Castor Troy is here in Los Angeles. So is Tetzlaff.

    What do you want to bet I can't even find them at Anime Expo?

    EK - all my video ideas are terribly self-indulgent - it makes up for what I have to put myself through to earn a living. The only question remaining is if I'll be in the same room with them when anyone else gets to see them. -_-

    Saw Sis last night, guys. That eye is FUCKED UP.

    Just think well of me today, will you all? Mom is also looking at back surgery, and brother is seeing the man for a hernia Friday.

    And I'm still living at the hotel for another night. 
  • Come on, sing it with me... 2002-06-11 14:14:16 EK - where's my blues harp when I need it?

    Only because I can't come up with something wittier -

    "Take this unit and shove it!" 
  • All the best blather... 2002-06-10 17:26:02 http://www.livejournal.com/users/kyburg/ 
  • What planet is this again? 2002-06-10 13:22:29 No, things aren't getting better...they're getting far more complicated.

    Lessee, the 6th was Thursday. I got home from work Thursday, opened my front door and was greeted with the warm, wet smell usually reserved for the showers at the gym. Huh? Humidity. This time of year?

    Shit, the hills just about burst into flame by themselves this time of year, it's so dry. WTF?

    *squish* Uh, oh. Try to turn on the lights in the kitchen. nada.

    Uh, oh.

    I finally get some light in the place and find three inches of water on the floor of the kitchen. I look up. There's water in the kitchen light fixtures (this long bank of fluroescent tubes).

    Squish oh so big time.

    If you want more details, go check the nitty gritty over on Live Journal.

    Reader's Digest version - I'm fucked.

    I finally get help out to the house on Saturday, and these guys came in, took one look at the place and REMOVED ALL THE CARPET THEY COULD RIP UP. They're coming back for the rest of it as soon as I can get the furniture off it.

    Upstairs is screwed, too. Soaked. Water came in from another place through the walls, no doubt about it. It's confirmed by the HOA plumber who finally comes out Saturday evening, talks to the neighbors and finds out they rotor-rooed themselves a broken pipe in the wall and didn't tell anyone.

    We've been in a hotel the last two nights and will be out the next three. Jim is having homeless angst, I've got a bruise on my forehead where I came in contact with some tole painting rather forcefully, and I've learned the joy of renting a storage space - fuck me.

    What am I doing with my DVD's? PACKING THEM. Fuck me.

    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

    I want my sundae.
     
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