Okay, see, my whole problem is that 'bitching about things that bother me' is as much a part of my CNA as 'gushing about things I like', and that amount is so infinitesimal as to be, essentially, zero. I can REMEMBER the last time it could be said that I gushed, and it was at a TFCon where I met my absolute bloody favorite TRANSFORMERS artist. That was some years ago and it hasn't happened since.
Frankly, I think I've just grown to dislike talking.
And people.
Zeffie gives me grief any time I even jokingly bring up moving to Alaska. She's probably right to do so, if for no other reason than ANTARCTICA HAS FEWER PEOPLE. I'd like that MORE, but I have no slagging idea what I could DO there.
...other'n cook, maybe.
Uh-oh.
GOOD THING SHE DOESN'T PAY ATTENTION TO THIS CRAP-ASS BLOG ANY MORE
