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i locked myself out of my last ground-floor apartment once. i wasn't even going anywhere; i just walked out onto the back porch for a minute without thinking. i don't think i was even wearing shoes. i dragged a chair around to the side of the building so i could try to climb in through the window, but the window was too high up, so i stacked some cinder blocks that were lying around and then (barely) balanced the chair on top of those, and then i was able to get my arms through the window and drag myself into the apartment, after many awkward failed attempts and much huffing and puffing. i was embarrassed, but also sort of proud.

i locked myself out of my last apartment in nyc once, and we had an on-site super, but when i called him he said they didn't keep copies of any of the apartment keys for liability reasons. he suggested asking a neighbor to let me climb across the fire escape, and when i told him i locked my windows, he said there was nothing he could do. i had to pay a ridiculous amount of money for an emergency locksmith at 9:00 on a saturday night. but when i was moving out, they suddenly did have a copy of my apartment key and wanted to use it to let people in to view the space at all hours of the day and night. my landlord wound up reimbursing me for some of the locksmith fee, probably because i was going to be in the apartment while they were showing it and he didn't want me to tell anyone about any of the problems i'd had in the building (i told anyway).

I was in a clinic the other day with a pharmacy student who had locked her keys in her car twice in the past two days. She was like, "Haha, guess I need to get more sleep!"

No kidding!

My parents were helping me move in to my apartment and I handed my mother my keys since I was going to be (trying, it didn't end up fitting through the door) moving a large heavy couch. The outside door locks automatically and she left the keys on my table. I had to buzz a neighbor I'd never even met and say I'd locked myself out. Never again shall I trust my mother with my keys!

My printer is being a REAL forking crasshole.

I locked the keys in my mother on law's car immediately after passing my drivers licensing exam. Watching hubby (then fiancée) jimmy his way in in front of a licensing office was pretty funny.

CQ and Mars,
Thank you for being so open and generally informative about trans issues. I have learned so much from you two and the PPK at large in the last few years. You have opened my awareness in so many ways.
You are both amazing.
Puffy hearts and kitten kisses always,
<3 KK

Even though I know I won't hear anything until at least mid-March, I can't help but check my grad school application status every day. This can't be good for me.

I really hope she is an excellent read of personalities! It's great that it was ok with you, but if she reads someone wrong, that could really be disastrous.

I feel you. There are two separate groups of interviews for vet school - invitations go out in mid-March for one group, and mid-May for the other. And yet, I check my application every day.

The Mr's mother text him yesterday to say she thinks I'm "all round gorgeous", his eldest son feels he can identify with me (he's very artistic), his youngest son has decided he wants to makes vegan pancakes with me some day and his daughter has decided to search for vegan eggs to make this happen. I think I have successfully infiltrated the clan.

And the worst part of it is that they will surely be sending an email and letter, so it's not like I'm going to magically find an answer by incessantly checking!

THAT'S AWESOME! So happy for you!!

fezza your post made me go "aaawww" out loud!

I'm giving up internet for Lent. I'm not at all religious but I do like to co-opt other peoples stuff, so I'll see you guys in a few weeks!

Thanks guys! <3 I reckon I can bring at least one of them over to the dark side before they get wise to me :P

Yay, Fezza. Best post of the day! I'm so happy for you.

awww! fezza! i love that we get to hear the story of your relationship and how awesome it's going! so great!

Fezza, that's so awesome! Plus... potential pancakes!

Yay fezza! Biker boy's fam just says "Dude, don't fork this up." :)

I'm going to guess that the doctor read Mars' personality right or that they have the sort of relationship that allows for this sort of conversation. My OB/GYN makes hilarious jokes (often at the expense of the pharmaceutical industry). My first gyn was medical director of a Planned Parenthood. He used to tell me about some of the threats and protestors. He saw a population that include all sort of people including trans people. He was blunt and matter of fact. Someone who was soft and extra-sweet would have driven me insane.

What's appropriate depends on the people involved in the conversation.

Only crassholes would dislike the Fezza! They best like you!

Eeeeee so glad for you!

Have fun doing something useful with your time :)

Fezza, that's great news. Must be a huge weight off your shoulders to be accepted by the clan.

*sigh* I really hate it when I feel the need to remind people on FB that just because they might not like the president or agree with him, it doesn't mean that it's okay to use racial slurs or to compare him to Hitler, since that's really offensive to a huge number of people, not just Obama. I really just need to de-friend some of these people that I used to go to high school with.

I haven't been on my desktop in so long - I forgot how much faster foruming is on an actual computer! I've gotten lazy, using my phone for everything.

Current conversation with my mom (yes, we're in the same house and talking on fb chat.):

Her (completely out of nowhere): you're the cream in my coffee, you're the salt in my soup. You will always be my necessity, I'ld be lost without you
Me: okay...
Her: WJDA played that song everyday. They also played a song before they did birth announcements but I can't remember it.
Me: okay, why are you telling me this?
Her: I don't know, just poipped into my head. I think I am being poisoned by gas down here. [She means my dad's dog has horrible farts today.]
poipped, i made a new word!
Me: omg. you're such a weirdo.
Her: say it, its fun! POIPPED, poipped, PoIpPeD!