Friday Five and Meandering Me
May. 26th, 2006 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmfargo1. Where did you grow up?
~Sherrill, New York. A small city (smallest in NY) that for most of my life wasn't busy and didn't have a whole lot going for it other than the Oneida Silversmith plant that made Oneida Silverware.
2. Have you ever been to Indiana?
~No. That's a strange question.
3. Describe yourself at age 18:
~Younger. Less fat. More hopeful, less cynical. But dumber too.
4. How do you deal with pain?
~Poorly.
5. When is the last time you screwed up?
~Well, a little, or a lot? I screwed up typing a few minutes ago, and since that's my job I should be better at it. Other than that the biggest screw up I made lately and feel REALLY badly about was not telling Laura that there was nothing going on on Wednesday and having her drive all the way out here (a 45 minute drive, I believe) only to be sent back home. I felt like a real ass.
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The spiders are cheating on our agreement. I've told them they can have the walls freely, as long as there's never more than one per room; they're allowed the ceilings, as long as they are never directly over my head; the floor is theirs, as long as they remain unseen. Two areas are off limits though, one area and one thing that they do.
1. A spider may never be seen in my bedroom, or it's open warfare for a full day and a half against all spiders in the house.
2. A spider may never, under any circumstances, dangle. Any spiders caught dangling will immediately and without regret be wiped off the face of the planet, never to be seen again.
Today, one dangled in a space I had just vacated. I believe this is a plot against me, but instead of immediately destroying this assassin (as is clearly lined out by the agreement as my right) I let him go, hoping to soften the hard hearts of the vile creatures to my way.
I softly put him outside, allowing him his freedom. I smiled as he ambled away, intent upon providing himself a new life spreading the word and stopping the hatred against me. He was ready for this newer, gentler life.
My dog quickly trotted over and ate him.
I love my dog, she provides amusement, even when she's going directly against my dictates. And she's not an eight legged freak, so that's good too.
~Sherrill, New York. A small city (smallest in NY) that for most of my life wasn't busy and didn't have a whole lot going for it other than the Oneida Silversmith plant that made Oneida Silverware.
2. Have you ever been to Indiana?
~No. That's a strange question.
3. Describe yourself at age 18:
~Younger. Less fat. More hopeful, less cynical. But dumber too.
4. How do you deal with pain?
~Poorly.
5. When is the last time you screwed up?
~Well, a little, or a lot? I screwed up typing a few minutes ago, and since that's my job I should be better at it. Other than that the biggest screw up I made lately and feel REALLY badly about was not telling Laura that there was nothing going on on Wednesday and having her drive all the way out here (a 45 minute drive, I believe) only to be sent back home. I felt like a real ass.
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The spiders are cheating on our agreement. I've told them they can have the walls freely, as long as there's never more than one per room; they're allowed the ceilings, as long as they are never directly over my head; the floor is theirs, as long as they remain unseen. Two areas are off limits though, one area and one thing that they do.
1. A spider may never be seen in my bedroom, or it's open warfare for a full day and a half against all spiders in the house.
2. A spider may never, under any circumstances, dangle. Any spiders caught dangling will immediately and without regret be wiped off the face of the planet, never to be seen again.
Today, one dangled in a space I had just vacated. I believe this is a plot against me, but instead of immediately destroying this assassin (as is clearly lined out by the agreement as my right) I let him go, hoping to soften the hard hearts of the vile creatures to my way.
I softly put him outside, allowing him his freedom. I smiled as he ambled away, intent upon providing himself a new life spreading the word and stopping the hatred against me. He was ready for this newer, gentler life.
My dog quickly trotted over and ate him.
I love my dog, she provides amusement, even when she's going directly against my dictates. And she's not an eight legged freak, so that's good too.
