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31 Days: Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
Jul. 14th, 2013 04:29 pmFinally catching up!
In my fridge
I finally went shopping on Friday but LOL to the three bottles of wine - none of which did I buy that day. You will also notice I have plenty of condiments/dressings/whatnot in the door, but not much to go with it in the actual fridge! This is the life of a busy single person who doesn't like making messes to cook all that often.
Earliest Memory
I'm not sure if this is a recreated memory - as in, I've heard the story enough that I have fit all the visuals together - but when I was a lil over two, we moved from a two-bedroom apartment to the house we lived in for the next two decades. I remember walking out with my mom, holding her hand, but stopping at the door to the apartment, looking at the empty living room, and waving and saying goodbye to it.
Strangely enough, I have a memory of us having a dark-haired cat when I was a wee one in the house, but I recently asked my mom about it and she says the first pets we had as kids were guinea pigs, which we got when I was about 5-6. Weird.
If I won the lottery
I would pay off all debt, give my parents and family some money, and buy a nice place. I would likely still work, but maybe actually take the paycuts that scare me in order to get a better, more enjoyable job.
( Totally random notes on my weekend, including kitter pics and documentary recs )
In my fridge
I finally went shopping on Friday but LOL to the three bottles of wine - none of which did I buy that day. You will also notice I have plenty of condiments/dressings/whatnot in the door, but not much to go with it in the actual fridge! This is the life of a busy single person who doesn't like making messes to cook all that often.
Earliest Memory
I'm not sure if this is a recreated memory - as in, I've heard the story enough that I have fit all the visuals together - but when I was a lil over two, we moved from a two-bedroom apartment to the house we lived in for the next two decades. I remember walking out with my mom, holding her hand, but stopping at the door to the apartment, looking at the empty living room, and waving and saying goodbye to it.
Strangely enough, I have a memory of us having a dark-haired cat when I was a wee one in the house, but I recently asked my mom about it and she says the first pets we had as kids were guinea pigs, which we got when I was about 5-6. Weird.
If I won the lottery
I would pay off all debt, give my parents and family some money, and buy a nice place. I would likely still work, but maybe actually take the paycuts that scare me in order to get a better, more enjoyable job.
( Totally random notes on my weekend, including kitter pics and documentary recs )
