As I thought it might, the time has come for me to exit stage left from LJ. The site is unbearably slow most days and most of my friends here post only rarely anyway.
I will keep this journal up (as it encompasses the last four years of my life, a mostly very happy time indeed).
You can still find me occasionally drifting in to check on friends or on MySpace, Facebook, Yahoo 360, All Consuming, etc. but most of my web activity including all of my blogging will be over on Blogger.
Everyone take care of yourselves, keep me in your thoughts and keep in touch. Email address is the same as always!
ETA: The lovely rolypolypony has made an RSS feed for those who are interested see her comment below.
Okay, fifth anniversay is July 20th... and I am in serious need of help!
The issue being that the gift I had planned to get my husband is out of stock and has been since May. (Therefore, please note choosing the "Bond" style equals giftcard with promise to get said watch when/if it ever reappears.)
*In addition, if anyone knows how I might acquire said "Bond" style watch, let me know and we can work something out!
**I should also point out that the Ryder style was my first choice when I found out that the Bond watch was unavailable and that the Tarheels was a distant second because I think it is silly to wear apparel from a school one has never and likely will never attend... however, he is a big UNC fan and it is an alma mater of a few family members, so they'd get a kick out of it at least.
I love this song, listening to it now on Kermit...
You know I just realized that "Levon" is "Novel" spelled backwards... hmmmmm...
Does anyone know about the line "He was born a paupaer to a pawn on a Christmas day//when the New York Times said God is Dead//and the war's begun..." I seem to recall something about that from one of my Modernism classes...
Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be Bright and bon vivant So far a-way from home, so far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees but it's alright, it's alright for we lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me Smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying And high up above my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty Sailing away to sea And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower We come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hours and sing an American tune Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest That's all I'm trying to get some rest