Haters Gonna Hate

"Your physical disability only shows itself more obviously when it takes you fucking FIVE MINUTES to ascend a single flight of stairs. Slow poke much?"


It saddens me that someone thinks something like this would be okay to say to a person.

Coming Out?

( Exactly how curious are you to know more about me? )

In other news, I have my eye on another house. I'm ready to put in an offer yesterday (fun play on words, but I mean it literally - I actually wanted to put in an offer yesterday), but I'm giving it two days to think on and to also give my dad a chance to see the house and give his stamp of approval. We're going to go look at it again tomorrow after work. I hope this one pans out. In the meantime, I'm just about crawling out of my skin with excitement, and I have to keep tamping it down until it's an officially done deal.

I also received the fractal cross stitch pattern in the mail that I posted about recently. 94 colors! 30 pages of charts! Holy cow!!! This thing really is going to be huge and going to take me the next ten years to stitch. This will be good, because what with buying a house, sitting on my ass doing nothing but stitching and working through all the computer games and movies I own is about all I'm going to be able to afford for a while in the way of entertainment. Oh, and I'm SO looking forward to getting back to my piano playing. I can't wait to have the piano with me again.

Eileen keeps tempting me with going out to Pan. Gripe at me all you want about it, but I still want to loose a bit more weight before I hop into one of my dresses again.

I keep forgetting that I need to make business cards for the company, as my mom is starting to be asked for them by a client she's been working with.

And there's a bar I need to finish building, but good god, it did that hot thing outside again. As much as I want to go work on it now, uh, it can wait a tad bit longer.