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Nov. 9th, 2007
ROSE IS RED.
Nov. 9th, 2007 11:40 pmRobot moth! *eyes ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cultofskaro*
The 9 Manliest Names in the World
Indeed. So the slightly cracked tones of the wireless doorbell go off yesterday, and three heads pop out of three doors. Doorbell works.hcolleen, who claims to not need a leash. (Ha, I say, having pressed the thing upon her more than once in her peregrinations about assorted places, especially with the B-O-Y.)
The old number isn't yet live for the phone. It is a flip-phone. I have spent more than my fair share of moments looking at it, giggling, flipping it open, and flipping it closed again. You can't actually flip it open from dead closed. You have to nudge it open a bit and then flip. But. Kirk to Enterprise. Beam us up.
There was an IKEA run. ( Rose! )
First thing, I put on my brace. Second thing, I started pulling photos out of the old frames and putting them in the new photo clippy things I got. I'll have to get more.
There is only one photo of Shanna. Not many people following this LJ now will necessarily know what I mean, or who I mean. Shanna predates this LJ. See, back when I was a very small child... ( Run-of-the-mill dissociation, and how it makes life as a misfit teen more interesting. )
Shanna was rarely out at all, and almost never around Mama, and Mama took most of the photos of me in that time period. We'd agreed that she would be out for our driver's license photo, but in the rush of the moment there wasn't enough time to get her out before the photo happened. There's only one actual photo where she was actually there, looking the camera straight on with her cocky lopsided smile. I don't have the scanner up and running yet, but ...
cultofskaro*The 9 Manliest Names in the World
Indeed. So the slightly cracked tones of the wireless doorbell go off yesterday, and three heads pop out of three doors. Doorbell works.
hcolleen, who claims to not need a leash. (Ha, I say, having pressed the thing upon her more than once in her peregrinations about assorted places, especially with the B-O-Y.) The old number isn't yet live for the phone. It is a flip-phone. I have spent more than my fair share of moments looking at it, giggling, flipping it open, and flipping it closed again. You can't actually flip it open from dead closed. You have to nudge it open a bit and then flip. But. Kirk to Enterprise. Beam us up.
There was an IKEA run. ( Rose! )
First thing, I put on my brace. Second thing, I started pulling photos out of the old frames and putting them in the new photo clippy things I got. I'll have to get more.
There is only one photo of Shanna. Not many people following this LJ now will necessarily know what I mean, or who I mean. Shanna predates this LJ. See, back when I was a very small child... ( Run-of-the-mill dissociation, and how it makes life as a misfit teen more interesting. )
Shanna was rarely out at all, and almost never around Mama, and Mama took most of the photos of me in that time period. We'd agreed that she would be out for our driver's license photo, but in the rush of the moment there wasn't enough time to get her out before the photo happened. There's only one actual photo where she was actually there, looking the camera straight on with her cocky lopsided smile. I don't have the scanner up and running yet, but ...