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tarotgalMy muses kidnapped me again. I woke up this morning and BAM! No, not my toothpaste, another Strokes bunny. It's way way in the future but it's fucking good and I can't stop writing it. I love it. Man, I wish I could do this for a living. There's something about waking up and putting on pj's and writing all day long without stop (okay, except for laundry and the Sunday Kakuro puzzle in the paper) that just thrills me. It's my perfect day, you know? *sigh* So nice.
So my parents got an offer on the house yesterday. It's under contract. WHOOHOO! They dropped the price once, and it's been on the market a couple weeks. But finally, a contract. They're offering the full price, and also want some furniture (including the china cabinet and two bookcases we've had for 25 years that my parents stained and finished themselves)! Infuckingcredible. I'm very happy for them. But I'm really sad about losing the house we've had since the summer after kindergarten. So, it's good news, definitely. But I'm sad. Lots of good memories.
So my parents got an offer on the house yesterday. It's under contract. WHOOHOO! They dropped the price once, and it's been on the market a couple weeks. But finally, a contract. They're offering the full price, and also want some furniture (including the china cabinet and two bookcases we've had for 25 years that my parents stained and finished themselves)! Infuckingcredible. I'm very happy for them. But I'm really sad about losing the house we've had since the summer after kindergarten. So, it's good news, definitely. But I'm sad. Lots of good memories.
