Well one hour's not too bad. I used to drive an hour to get home everyday from work.
Yeah, but this will end with me having driven 4 hours on the road altogether for a 2 hour long job.
Well one hour's not too bad. I used to drive an hour to get home everyday from work.
Well, I'm starting to pack my room so we can be outta here by the end of the month.
I hate the new house. I'm sorry, but I do. It's like...there's anything and everything counting against it. Well, I have a place to sleep and it's not going to fall to pieces in the immediate future. Everything else is just awful. I don't know why we picked it and I can't wait to get out of it, and we haven't even moved in yet. The house feels so restricting. I'm someone who likes space, and there's anything BUT space in this house. But hey, at least is has a dishwasher!
I think I might cry.
I'm sorry, I remember when my Mom sold the house I grew up in. I lived there for 22 years, I cried a lot. Try to make the space you have for yourself your own. Decorate it like you like and just try to make it as comfortable as possible. I don't know if it's a temporary move for your family but they are there and that's a great thing.
It's permanent. They aren't going to move again unless some kind of tragedy happens that destroys the house. See, I wanted to move, just didn't want to move to someplace where I'm going to be cramped beyond belief.
Ugly is the most awesome person i've ever known! Everyone here better agree or i'll beat you up.
PS - I <3 MEATLOAF!
At age 9 I sang along to 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'
not even knowing what the song was about...
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Well, I'm starting to pack my room so we can be outta here by the end of the month.
I hate the new house. I'm sorry, but I do. It's like...there's anything and everything counting against it. Well, I have a place to sleep and it's not going to fall to pieces in the immediate future. Everything else is just awful. I don't know why we picked it and I can't wait to get out of it, and we haven't even moved in yet. The house feels so restricting. I'm someone who likes space, and there's anything BUT space in this house. But hey, at least is has a dishwasher!
I think I might cry.
I went for a jog last night (yes, learnt my lesson about jogging in the dark) and ended up tripping, twisting my ankle and gracelessly sliding in to the pavement. I lay down for awhile, comprehending what just happened before slowly sitting up. I felt the blood dripping down my knee and my elbow, and slowly began to pick the rocks out of my fingers. My ankle was raging with pain, and usually I suck it up and macho my way out of it, but I just didn't feel like being tough at all last night. I didn't want to take it like a man, I really wished someone was there to help me. Realising that the situation was I didn't have my phone on me, I started to cry. And I don't cry in public if I can help it.
I then hobbled the last 2kms (1.24 miles) home, nearly the whole time praying and speaking over my ankle to heal, and at some point my tears of pain turned to tears of prayer for the Lord to make His presence felt and close to me because I was feeling sorry for myself. He was there, and at some point I had the strength to walk at a fast pace the last bit of the way home.
A part of me wants to continue complaining about how much my ankle hurts, but a deeper part of me wants to see it miraculously healed. If you could pray for that miracle, that would be great!
Currently sitting in the Loa Angeles airport waiting to get on our last flight to TaipeiI'm so excited I can't even stand it!
I went for a jog last night (yes, learnt my lesson about jogging in the dark) and ended up tripping, twisting my ankle and gracelessly sliding in to the pavement. I lay down for awhile, comprehending what just happened before slowly sitting up. I felt the blood dripping down my knee and my elbow, and slowly began to pick the rocks out of my fingers. My ankle was raging with pain, and usually I suck it up and macho my way out of it, but I just didn't feel like being tough at all last night. I didn't want to take it like a man, I really wished someone was there to help me. Realising that the situation was I didn't have my phone on me, I started to cry. And I don't cry in public if I can help it.
I then hobbled the last 2kms (1.24 miles) home, nearly the whole time praying and speaking over my ankle to heal, and at some point my tears of pain turned to tears of prayer for the Lord to make His presence felt and close to me because I was feeling sorry for myself. He was there, and at some point I had the strength to walk at a fast pace the last bit of the way home.
A part of me wants to continue complaining about how much my ankle hurts, but a deeper part of me wants to see it miraculously healed. If you could pray for that miracle, that would be great!
Aww.. thanks Pipp =D[/QUOT
What is this...I don't even....
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