First try!

Ha!

You Are Hockey

Tough, athletic, and not afraid of a fight. You don't mind putting your body on the line!

What Winter Sport Are You?

I want:

An oven that works.

My hands to stop feeling as if they are stuck in an ice block.

My own place.

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I have:

Food in my belly, never worrying where it will come from.

Hands to feel as if they are in ice blocks.

A safe, warm roof over my head.



I am thankful, maybe not enough, but I am.

From the movie The Mexican:

Samantha: I have to ask you a question. It's a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?

Jerry: Never.

Space

I want my own chunk of it.

The (ex)boyfriend offered me the use of the apartment tonight since he wouldn't be in it. You better believe I took him up on it. I cooked dinner (mamma's green bean casserole), watched what I wanted on tv, and was able to surf the net from the comfort of the couch. Hopefully soon I will be in my own space that will cost me more than I probably want it to.

Thanks to the boy for letting me have a night to myself.

And I've discovered that Seagrams 7 is some damn tasty stuff.

ARG!

I think I may have had a hand in killing the oven on Thanksgiving.

Apparently tin foil is not a friend of the heating element in the oven. Especially when the element is working. My job on turkey day was to check on the bird and ensure that it was heating up to the appropriate temperature. I think that it's very possible that during one of the temperature checks I may have lifted the tin foil an eensy bit too high. Long story short: yes, we have no oven (that works). This is frustrating to me because one of the few domestic things I enjoy doing is baking. It's sorta hard to bake without an oven.

In other news, I hope this letter I'm planning on sending out sometime next week doesn't screw me over. I was taught that almost everything is negotiable. Hopefully this is one of them and by my asking to negotiate it won't leave a proverbial sour taste in anyones proverbial mouth.

Overheard:

"I adversely hate it."

Does that mean you actually quite like it?

Happiness is:

Holding the hand of the person you feel most comfortable with.

Knowing how to make the other person laugh after years apart.

Something I think I've missed for a few years.