disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.
note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.
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2003.09.29 12.51 p.m.
there's not a lot you can get done while looking after babies. even if one is asleep. because the other can be a holy terror.
so i'm looking after rachel and ethan this morning, my mum has an appointment. ethan is a terrible listener. he's so...four. and funny. rachel is being a sweetheart though. she sat on my knee for most of the morning with her blanket, and now she's fallen asleep on the couch. ethan's eating soup in the kitchen, trying to coerse me into letting him do various things. 'but really, auntie doesn't mind.' 'come on, come, i promise i'll eat my soup.' little does he know i don't care if he eats his soup. ha.
pansy turned up...yay? he's still a weirdo. just sleeps on my bed.
me and niki did go to jazz last night. it was fun. she's going to do the play with travis and i, i think. good. and it's terrible. she didn't bring will (or tom robbins), and there was no constantine. but there were annoying drunk people, and jeffmorton, who was claiming that peas and beans were the same thing.
we decided i should only talk with high-pitched squeals and shrieks.
i can't move away. there are people who i'd be missing so much. so much.
i'm craving ice-cream. of course, when i'm not at work, and it's readily available. actually, i'd really like a blizzard. or some sorbet.
i'm at a loss for what to do, it's my day off, and everything seems like too much of an undertaking. and i'm not really tired. in fact i woke up at 7 this morning. maybe i'll plan for a nap later on. i wish i felt like cleaning something. my room is a disaster. a complete pigstye. a complete disgrace. and a pain. someone should clean that for me. maybe i'll go make some lists. i do like making lists. maybe i'll start planning christmas.
oh ho christmas.
previously - and then
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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15
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