vulgarweed (
vulgarweed) wrote2009-06-16 12:01 am
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Housecleaning: not my friend.
So I decided things were kind of out of hand and went on a rearranging binge. It was going pretty well...until I tried to do something with the Closet of Doom. Then my precariously-balanced super-cheap super-fake Yule-tree-in-a-box fell out and hit me in the face.
I have a black eye. A real one. A shiner.
I can make it not-too-noticeable with makeup, but before that it is really quite shocking.
It looks like the sort of thing that no one will believe is entirely innocent.
I have a black eye. A real one. A shiner.
I can make it not-too-noticeable with makeup, but before that it is really quite shocking.
It looks like the sort of thing that no one will believe is entirely innocent.
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(My parents have a lovely conifer grove that's built on 25 years' worth of Christmas trees dug up at the roots and then planted after the holiday season was over. There are lots of bird nests and delicious morel mushrooms there in the spring. It's a gorgeous place to read and nap and chill on a summer afternoon - but they have land and I don't!)
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[I consume enough paper (just printing out lecture notes, fic drafts, etc. is a surprising amount over a year) that I don't figure one smallish tree every other year or so adds that much to my environmental guilt, and I really dislike fake trees.]