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CHRISTMAS CARDS!!!!

I know, it's late this year! But I have some awesome cards and want to share the love! XD Kindly comment with your address (I'll delete the comment as soon as I get it) and a card shall be on its way!

For those who'd like to return the love:

Courtenay Smith
P.O. Box 1478
Winchester, VA 22604

I know I need to write an update . . things are going well . . a little nutso, but well!
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Need Advice!

OK, long story short, the past few weeks have been a lot of crazy and a good deal of SUCK. Most sucky thing, I wrecked my car outside of DC. Rush hour traffic. -_- I'm OK - in fact, my car wasn't hurt very badly - BUT the insurance company has declared it a total.

The damage was assesed at $3900. USAA assesed my car for $3600, for which it will cut me a check. My car (1998 Oldsmobile Intrigue) had only 100K miles and no mechanical troubles whatsoever. The damage was merely cosmetic.

So here's my question - should I simply put the check toward fixing my car, or should I put it towards a new car? My car has already been in one accident. If I fix it and wreck it again, its value will be NOTHING and I'll barely get any money at all. If I get a new(er) car with a clean record, it will be worth something. HOWEVER, I have driven my car nearly its entire life and know EVERYTHING about it. A used car might be a gamble. I also don't really want car payments but you gotta do what you gotta do.

What's the smartest answer? Fix old car and risk losing everything with another accident or get new car?
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Writer's Block: Too scary!!

Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now?


I was freakin' scared of EVERYTHING. Basements - I grew up in a big Victorian in Baltimore, with a dank, concrete cellar that contained many, many relics of long ago past smothered in cobwebs - and in order to get my $5 a week allowance, I had laundry duty! The washer and dryer were in a corner of the basement filled with shelves of old pickling jars (many which still had food from the '50s and '60s in them - my mom grew up in this house). So whenever I wnet down, I crossed myself and said many prayers that basement spooks wouldn't consume me (I was also afraid of ghosts and demons, which I believed roamed the house).

I was also afraid of leftovers, dogs, ticks, roaches, mold, looking up in the sky from a high place, ie. the jungle gym at school (though not looking down, strangely), creatures hiding at the bottoms of muddy lakes, rock music other than the Beach Boys (everything else was Satanic), sharks eating me at Ocean City, the monster under the bed (of course), finding literal skeletons in closets (the home I grew up in had many doors and passages, and I believed there were decomposing bodies in them), teenaged girls (I would watch them, so cool, walking in gaggles from the nearby private school with ice cream sodas from Baskin Robbins, and imagine that they were casting disdain on me, so I always hid from them), watching a toilet flush (I believed that when it was finished, a spirit would devour me - DON'T LAUGH, haha), the way cat eyes glowed in the dark, the movie Amadeus, snakes, drugs and any sort of pill, and, of course, Satan.

Reading this, you're probably thinking I was a freak kid who lived in a closet, though actually, I was a happy (though serious) kid who had a pretty normal and fun childhood with lots of friends and family always around (Baltimore is where my mom's side of the family is from). I still have some weird phobias, but I think moving out of that house when I was 10 dispelled a lot of my more crippling childhood fears.
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Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends...



Hope everyone's day is full of savory eats and chocolate! I'm in a bit of a grump because my mom roped me into treating her to an Easter buffet . . . with no upfront price . . . and the bill for two people ended up being *$107*! *scratches off face* I'm sorry, but for a little ham, eggs and potatoes? That's fucking nuts. I don't care how good your food is. -_-;;;;

but to focus on the positive, it's as gorgeous out as it's ever been! And Peter isn't bad either ^_^
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Writer's Block: Out of fashion

If you could choose which fashions would go out of style permanently, what would you choose, and why?


Since pictures say a thousand words:

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2. Bonus if you have a nice matching tramp stamp:

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3. Oversized jerseys. Boy bands, too:

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4. Often come paired with:

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5. Trucker hats (even if I love Snooki!):

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7. Perhaps only surpassed by:

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8. Douchey message shirts:

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9: And the sorts of guys who wear them:

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And these are only current-ish ones. If you wanted me to plumb beyond the last 10 or so years, god help your f-list . . .
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Writer's Block: Between the slices

What's your favorite sandwich? Do you make it yourself or go somewhere special to buy it? What's in it?!


LOX AND CREAM CHEESE WITH CAPERS ON A BAGEL. FUCK YESSS. This is very timely, actually, as Winchester *just* got a bagel shop a little more than a week ago, which I have frequented nearly every day since. It is expensive ($8.75 per), but actually cheaper (not to mention tastier) than my old habit of buying a bagel and cream cheese at Dunkin Donuts and buying lox separately at the grocery store.

In other news? I HATE WINTER. My mom and I just ventured out for a walk and the wind was so fucking cold I actually felt somewhat delerious when we got home and had to lie down for a moment. Not to mention I don't think I've seen grass since December.

Also, I saw Miss Nude North America, Shay Lynn, perform last night at one of the 3,623 dive strip joints over the West Virginia line. WOW.

and I don't get to see Blue Oyster Cult in Allentown next Friday bc the tickets are sold out. BOO. >:(.

That is all for this rare public entry.
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CHRISTMAS CARDS!!!!!

You know you want one (and you know I always make them good!) So if you would like some holiday cheer this year, pretty please PM your address or comment with it (I will delete it asap)



Mine is:

P.O. Box 1478
Winchester, VA 22604
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    PG
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Writer's Block: The Times They Are A-Changin’

Handmade cards to e-cards, caroling to MP3s… How has technology changed your holiday traditions?


It hasn't, and it won't. Except that I'll be asking you all for your addresses right here over teh information superhighwayz so I can send you REAL LIFE Christmas cards!!

If I don't have it, give it to me! (If you skimmed over this, I'll be asking again later, so . . don't worry, I'll get you! ;D)

(And mp3 caroling? . . . really now? O_o;;)