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Jun. 10th, 2004 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaiseI called my mom yesterday, and pretty much the first thing she said was, "*Do* you have sharks' teeth under your skin?" I blinked for a moment there, and then remembered that she'd been whining about not having read my story yet recently, and made me tell her *exactly* where the book was so she could read it. (She also just whined to me that I never ever told her about the stash of LCRW/Say... that I kept in a bookshelf there, despite the fact that I kept them in that bookcase specifically so she could read them if she wanted to, which she never did.
Chronicles of Riddick comes out tomorrow. I managed to not know this (but then again, I haven't even *seen* a preview for it) until sometime late this afternoon, whereupon I was forced to chant "Chronicles of Riddick" in the chatroom for quite some time. Office boy was leaving at the same time as me (I swear, it actually was a coincidence.) and I was bouncing about that, and the same boy who mocks me about liking fantasy really liked Pitch Black. hah! bitez-moi, garcon! I loffed pitch black, even when it was scary and I had to watch it from the kitchen.
Oh, and he's the same age as me. I was showing off some of my old coins (I always try to remember to check the dates when I get change, because sometimes you can find really old things. I have a wheat ear penny now, and I would have had a liberty dime if I'd ever picked it up before Airis got it.) and told him I had money that was older than him. He tried telling me I was older than him, but that's just because about half the time I tell people I'm 28. Yeah. I know. I'm not sure why either, I just do. I spent the last half of the year thinking I was "almost 27," and by the time my birthday came around I felt like it was 28.
Oh! So disappointed. I've missed my favorite fruit season: really really really green nectarines season. Well, actually, I have more chances, as the ones I tried today were california nectarines, so I just have to wait for local ones to become not-ripe. mmmm. Basically, by the time anyone else will eat them, they're too ripe for me. This is a side effect of working a produce stand for several summers. Not only am I spoiled for city fruit, but I got to eat everything at exactly the right time for my taste buds. mmmmm.
And I have to give up the computer, but according to the UPS website, my computer should be here tomorrow. Assuming everything works out properly. I have to go leave a note for margaret so someone is around to sign for it.
Chronicles of Riddick comes out tomorrow. I managed to not know this (but then again, I haven't even *seen* a preview for it) until sometime late this afternoon, whereupon I was forced to chant "Chronicles of Riddick" in the chatroom for quite some time. Office boy was leaving at the same time as me (I swear, it actually was a coincidence.) and I was bouncing about that, and the same boy who mocks me about liking fantasy really liked Pitch Black. hah! bitez-moi, garcon! I loffed pitch black, even when it was scary and I had to watch it from the kitchen.
Oh, and he's the same age as me. I was showing off some of my old coins (I always try to remember to check the dates when I get change, because sometimes you can find really old things. I have a wheat ear penny now, and I would have had a liberty dime if I'd ever picked it up before Airis got it.) and told him I had money that was older than him. He tried telling me I was older than him, but that's just because about half the time I tell people I'm 28. Yeah. I know. I'm not sure why either, I just do. I spent the last half of the year thinking I was "almost 27," and by the time my birthday came around I felt like it was 28.
Oh! So disappointed. I've missed my favorite fruit season: really really really green nectarines season. Well, actually, I have more chances, as the ones I tried today were california nectarines, so I just have to wait for local ones to become not-ripe. mmmm. Basically, by the time anyone else will eat them, they're too ripe for me. This is a side effect of working a produce stand for several summers. Not only am I spoiled for city fruit, but I got to eat everything at exactly the right time for my taste buds. mmmmm.
And I have to give up the computer, but according to the UPS website, my computer should be here tomorrow. Assuming everything works out properly. I have to go leave a note for margaret so someone is around to sign for it.
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Date: 2004-06-11 12:58 pm (UTC)-barth
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Date: 2004-06-11 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-12 08:29 am (UTC)-b.