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I have my crankypants on today.
Crankypants item number one: One of the kitties threw up on the living room carpet during the night. AGAIN.
Crankypants item number two: I read else-LJ about a person who, when out having a good time with friends and heading toward a party, saw a nasty sign in the window of the party's house. The whole group knew instantly that this person would not be welcome. What happened next? The person's friends didn't go in either.
Have I ever had friends who would do such a thing for me? I know I've had lovers who wouldn't.
Crankypants three: I am sick of comma splices. Comma splices are to me like fingernails on a blackboard are to the simpering fragile contingent in high school. They are awful! I really would prefer never to see one again. But if I pulled journals off my default read list for comma splices, I'd have to get rid of several I would otherwise like to read. Make, for example, is infested, yet it also has interesting content from time to time. How dare they?
Honestly, I know these are all minor. I have a living room, complete with carpet, and I have three cats who purr when I scritch them. I chose to have cats. Similarly, it's up to me to choose my friends and build good friendships, and nobody is forcing me to read posts that weren't worth editing.
I still have a bit of crankypants though. Cranky shorts? :-) Okay, not even those. I'm feeling better already. Sometimes venting DOES help, and remarkably quickly too.
Time to go clean that carpet.
Crankypants item number one: One of the kitties threw up on the living room carpet during the night. AGAIN.
Crankypants item number two: I read else-LJ about a person who, when out having a good time with friends and heading toward a party, saw a nasty sign in the window of the party's house. The whole group knew instantly that this person would not be welcome. What happened next? The person's friends didn't go in either.
Have I ever had friends who would do such a thing for me? I know I've had lovers who wouldn't.
Crankypants three: I am sick of comma splices. Comma splices are to me like fingernails on a blackboard are to the simpering fragile contingent in high school. They are awful! I really would prefer never to see one again. But if I pulled journals off my default read list for comma splices, I'd have to get rid of several I would otherwise like to read. Make, for example, is infested, yet it also has interesting content from time to time. How dare they?
Honestly, I know these are all minor. I have a living room, complete with carpet, and I have three cats who purr when I scritch them. I chose to have cats. Similarly, it's up to me to choose my friends and build good friendships, and nobody is forcing me to read posts that weren't worth editing.
I still have a bit of crankypants though. Cranky shorts? :-) Okay, not even those. I'm feeling better already. Sometimes venting DOES help, and remarkably quickly too.
Time to go clean that carpet.
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i'm curious as to what the sign was, but i likely would stick with my friend.
i run-on and fragment like a fiend when i am not writing in a "professional" capacity, and i'm a fucking english teacher... oops. run-on's (including comma splices are the bane of my existence since i was in high school. it's the problem of being a rambler...
hugs to you, in your cranky pants, and the kitties. and tell them NO MORE PUKEY!!!
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The sign read "NO FAT CHICKS." I'd stick with my friend too, even if the sign was as innocuous or silly as "no one with glasses." I'd hate to be the kind of person to abandon someone.
I fragment like crazy. Usually I'm being lazy and I'm using the fragment for effect. I suspect I could be just as effective if I learned to rewrite a little. Maybe I should, for practice. I could always stand to improve, y'know?
*hugsback*, and I'll pass on the message!
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Geez!
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