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[terrypurple73]

I thought my crabby pants were on so tight today because I didn’t get enough sleep last night. And that’s really true. Turns out I can’t go right to bed after work, or I end up dreaming about it, which drives me crazy. But staying up talking until all hours before my 8 am staff meeting isn’t the best idea either, because that puts my crabby pants on really tight. They’ve been tight all day, and having to assemble a crib (by first figuring out which pieces belonged to each of the three cribs in the shed, and I could only get all those pieces out by taking a ton of things out of the shed in negative a thousand degree weather) didn’t really help that any. And then as I was punching out poster pieces for the Martin Luther King Jr. Day bulletin board, I remembered that when I get home, I have to call the Brad-Man. The Brad-Man is the (hopefully more helpful and sincere) version of the Ted-Man. The Ted-Man was the guy who took over property management for Frank. Translated: our landlord wants to put our house back on the market. . Did I mention our new roommate moves in this weekend? And our back-up plan, moving in to the for-rent-sign-posted-for-the-past-year-and-a-half house next door, just got foiled when we got neighbors for the first time since we’ve lived here. I just hope it doesn’t sell. Or if it does, that it sells to someone who wants to keep it as a rental, and us as her tenants. I thought this issue was set aside, that’s all. Instead, I came home last night to a voicemail from the Brad-Man. I should try to keep an open mind about this. He can’t be as obnoxious as the Ted-Man. And really, who wants to move into Five Points?
Okay, I’m going home now. Thank god.

Comments

[peachnettie.livejournal.com]

I used to dream about work when I worked at Target. All night long I'd be scanning items and trying to figure out what type of bag to use and how to fit them all in. It was very stressful.
Beware of guys named Ryan and Brad.

[katydidsmile.livejournal.com]

HUGGGGGGGGG! (I'll admit that I'm being a bit selfish because I want to be hugged as badly as I want to hug you.) I miss our silly bunk beds and pillow talk! Finishing the semester after the semester just isn't any fun without you (not that it was ever fun- but study breaks alone stink like poo!). Maybe you'll call me back tonight... :o)

[sistermargareta.livejournal.com]

I tried to call you today, but you didn't answer. I thought about talking to your answering machine, but that didn't sound like nearly as much fun. Hugs for you anyhow :).

hello stinker

[(Anonymous)]

hello mis terry purple. this is a guerrila message from your friend mister william.

Re: hello stinker

[terrypurple73.livejournal.com]

Oh, dearest William, how nice to get a message from you! I will send you an email hello, since you might see that quicker than you read my crazy livejournal again.
love and joy and sneakiness,
~your favorite elf