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True stories
I'm sick, and Seaners is sick, and Chris is fighting off sick. So in lieu of actual current real-life content (given that my writing is all over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tangentialcurve at the moment and I'm having a Lack of Inspiration Month, apparently - and I'm sure you don't want to hear about my most exciting nap, and I'm sick of bitching) you get never before told stories. They may be boring or interesting, but they're true.
the frog: or how i'm still in my second childhood
Because my husband is wonderful, he got us eggnog. And because I am sick, I got the Frog Mug.
I don't use the frog mug a lot mostly because it's kind of on the small side for coffee (I cheerfully drink coffee in my Megatokyo latte cup a lot of the time) but I like it for tea and cider. There's a little ceramic frog at the bottom. I bought it at a thrift store for $2; it's blue stoneware.
Today I noticed (this may have been a renoticing) that the frog is hollow. So as my drink sloshes around in the cup, bubbles emerge from its mouth.
When you're sick - or perhaps just when you're me - this kind of thing is charming. So I sat there on the sofa sloshing my drink back and forth, watching the bubbles and charmed by the ribbitlike noises that bubbles in a glass of eggnog make. No, I am not high on cold medicine. But I did feel better afterward.
jesus comes out of the closet
When I lived back in Toronto where there was an Ikea, I purchased on a whim a large stuffed snake. He's about six feet long, more or less, and bright green with friendly eyes and a lolling tongue. He was for a good amount of time wrapped around the support posts of my desk. (I had a few strange things on my desk, but I'll get back to that.) After his life on the desk he was used to block drafts by the window, and was found in various locations around the living room.
He went more or less nameless untilkolys came to visit. Somehow he had ended up behind the sofa: and because one of kolys' comtitles on Chaos (the MUSH tallin used to run) was 'We've found Jesus: he was behind the sofa the whole time', the snake was then christened Jesus. He was packed up with a bunch of Seaners' stuffed animals and half forgotten.
Well, the other day I found Jesus again. He was in the closet. (Since then I have vaguely half-pondered attempting to dress up as a stripper with Jesus as the majority of my costume, but I'm afraid I'd laugh too hard to actually facilitate sex, and so would my spouse, if I know him like I think I know him. So I probably won't.)
So now you know.
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Now I'm going to attempt writing something that's vaguely part-inspired byanoma's Department of Nightmares stories.
tangentialcurve at the moment and I'm having a Lack of Inspiration Month, apparently - and I'm sure you don't want to hear about my most exciting nap, and I'm sick of bitching) you get never before told stories. They may be boring or interesting, but they're true.the frog: or how i'm still in my second childhood
Because my husband is wonderful, he got us eggnog. And because I am sick, I got the Frog Mug.
I don't use the frog mug a lot mostly because it's kind of on the small side for coffee (I cheerfully drink coffee in my Megatokyo latte cup a lot of the time) but I like it for tea and cider. There's a little ceramic frog at the bottom. I bought it at a thrift store for $2; it's blue stoneware.
Today I noticed (this may have been a renoticing) that the frog is hollow. So as my drink sloshes around in the cup, bubbles emerge from its mouth.
When you're sick - or perhaps just when you're me - this kind of thing is charming. So I sat there on the sofa sloshing my drink back and forth, watching the bubbles and charmed by the ribbitlike noises that bubbles in a glass of eggnog make. No, I am not high on cold medicine. But I did feel better afterward.
jesus comes out of the closet
When I lived back in Toronto where there was an Ikea, I purchased on a whim a large stuffed snake. He's about six feet long, more or less, and bright green with friendly eyes and a lolling tongue. He was for a good amount of time wrapped around the support posts of my desk. (I had a few strange things on my desk, but I'll get back to that.) After his life on the desk he was used to block drafts by the window, and was found in various locations around the living room.
He went more or less nameless until
kolys came to visit. Somehow he had ended up behind the sofa: and because one of kolys' comtitles on Chaos (the MUSH tallin used to run) was 'We've found Jesus: he was behind the sofa the whole time', the snake was then christened Jesus. He was packed up with a bunch of Seaners' stuffed animals and half forgotten.Well, the other day I found Jesus again. He was in the closet. (Since then I have vaguely half-pondered attempting to dress up as a stripper with Jesus as the majority of my costume, but I'm afraid I'd laugh too hard to actually facilitate sex, and so would my spouse, if I know him like I think I know him. So I probably won't.)
So now you know.
</random>
Now I'm going to attempt writing something that's vaguely part-inspired by
anoma's Department of Nightmares stories.
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<tallin>Where's your sense of adventure?</tallin>
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Hey, hubby says it was Greek Cuisina we went to lo so many years ago, not Alexis. *G*
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