Well, I have officially left the ranks of dorm dwelling masses...
Just in time to pass the threshold to the spirit world and slip the surly bonds of this sordid world,
To leave behind all squirrel flu symptoms and immanently due homework projects for death's cool relief of spasmodic coughing fits...
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Ah, for a voice that actually makes enough noise to not be misunderstood as asking for jewelry instead of...whatever I might have been asking for at the time...
What bliss to not have to touch people, or snap my fingers, or bang on the wall, or wave my hand in front of their face, to get their attention so they can read my lips. I don't think Kate will ever recover from her emotional scars...
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I dream of a place where people don't use terminology like "one of those long, flowery, ropy, drapy thingies" and expect me to know and come up with the idea... (He meant a swag or garland. He said "I'm a guy, we're not supposed to know things like that!" I think it's a cop-out.)
A place where people making me laugh is a positive thing, with no choking involved...
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One would think having a translator would be easier, and yet, I think all she did was either laugh at me, make other people laugh at me, or make me laugh. I should fire her, but I'll have to wait till I actually have enough voice to do it. Meanwhile I might still need her...
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Living in limbo
Someone mentioned it is pet peeve week or month or something. It isn't really that big a deal to me, but it can get a bit nagging. I'd like to have everything compartmentalized. I think that is why I'd rather live out of a few suitcases than a jumbled unknown. Just give me my boxes and I'll be just fine. I like my boxes, my compartments, my own systems. I know where each and everything is and it has a place and is in it's place...
You'll never be like me, don't try to make me be like you. I think we are great the way we are.
Yay us.
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It's raining.
LadyAnne
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