All's Quiet on the Western Front

[morrigirl]

1) The super fished my keys out of the elevator shaft yesterday.

2) The move is set for Saturday.

3) I have a dermatologist appointment on Tuesday.




3 hours and 40 minutes until I kiss this job goodbye.



I'm Free
from: The Who's Tommy

I’m free…I’m free…and freedom tastes of reality
I’m free…I’m free…and freedom lies here in normality

I can tell you what it takes to feel the highest high
You’d laugh, and say nothing’s that simple
But you’ve been down this path before, then I was waiting at the door
This place is sacred as a temple

I’m free…I’m free…right here I’ve found immortality
I’m free…I’m free…and freedom tastes of reality!

Comments

[irishelf.livejournal.com]

Woohoo!!!

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

Only an hour and 20 minutes! I'm getting so antsy *squirms in chair*

[jsb1750.livejournal.com]

Who's your dermatologist? Is he a big homo like mine?

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

*snorts* I wish he was. No, my dermatologist is a big burly Italian guy with a funny last name and a nonexistant bedside manner. The sort of fellow you'd expect to turn up in a Scorsese film. I'm just glad he ain't my gynocologist.

[jsb1750.livejournal.com]

My guy can give change for a nine dollar bill. I love him to death. He also encourages me to have (safe) sex with as many women as possible. That's probably becuase he can't.

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

Well queers can't have all the fun. Hets need (safe) action too.

Think he'd be willing to treat my skin with tenderness and then encourage me to go out and have safe sex with as many women as possible?