So Jay says he’ll be home by seven and conveniently forgets to tell me that the clocks change….So he gets…
Year: 2005
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Xanga Post: Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Cleaning the garden/porch in the rain? How much fun is that? The answer, none at all really. But, we did…
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Xanga Post: Monday, March 21, 2005
You know, at any other time, eating nothing but popsicles would rock. Not quite the case now. I have a…
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Xanga Post: Friday, March 18, 2005
I find it funny that, after the pajama episode yesterday, one of the girls across the hall wore a shirt…
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Breaking the Block:How to Overcome Writer’s Block
Writer’s Block. Two words that strike fear into the heart of all writers. Each of us, at one time or…
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Xanga Post: Thursday, March 17, 2005
The first thing I heard when I walked into the office this morning: “Is that a dressing gown?” Yes. Yes…
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Xanga Post: Friday, March 11, 2005
I’m thinking that I don’t like our neighbours very much. One of them, (we’ve narrowed it down to three) has…
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Xanga Post: Thursday, March 10, 2005
They’ve drained the canal by our house and torn up the footpath. That hasn’t made any of us very happy,…
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Xanga Post: Wednesday, March 09, 2005
I have the biggest, most destructive ass in the world! I hopped up on the counter at work to get…
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Xanga Post: Monday, March 07, 2005
Quote of the day: “George W. Bush has turned the White House into the Home of the Whopper, telling one…
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Wondra Vanian
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disabled sausage mama, childfree antifa aunty, shameless fangirl, pansexual witch, horror addict, uppity feminist, and neurodivergent author |-/
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