They know my name.
They call to me when it's quiet.
They mock me when I go into the kitchen for a healthy snack.
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I hate German. A lot. I am redesigning/fixing as I go and that's not a good time. Made worse by the German, of course. I would have given up by now, however:
1) A German pattern is not going to win. Ever.
2) Understanding German is not the issue.
3) There is extra credit riding on this.
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Someone *cough*MissBoneyAss*cough* promised me a new Tuesday schtick post and we have yet to see one this year*. Is it so much to want to watch someone I actually like have a tantrum? At this point, I'll settle for any kind of blog post, actually.
I'm sick of those fake jealous bitches who think they're fooling everyone, rolling around, acting like they're off their meds when we all know the heartbreaking truth... they've never been on meds. Shocking, I know, but its true with most of them. Part of a life lived in deep denial, I guess. I wouldn't know. I don't have time for fake. I'm still trying to find that load of towels I lost over the weekend.
* She's fine. Knitting sweaters, pondering button plaecment, buying sweater yarn and running a Plague House. Yup. Just another week in January over there.