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[kittydesade]

Viele Fragen. Peter hat viele Fragen. Ergänzen Sie die Sätze mit den passenden Endungen für der-Worte und für Adjektive im Plural.

1. Warum trägst du immer noch diesen alten Schuhe?
2. Die neuen Schuhe finde ich viel schöner.
3. Wann hast du diese tollen Hemden bekommen?
4. Wer hat diesen warmen Handschuhe gekauft?
5. Was hätst du von diesen neuen CDs?
6. Was hätst du von diesen vielen Fragen?


I swear, if one more person tries to cat-help me today I'm going to rip their throat out with my teeth. I am frustrated beyond belief.

On the plus side, Sorcerers chewing on each other is always fun, as long as it isn't descending into augh run and hide under the bed territory.

I will say, I am glad I moved the fuck out of Cincinnati. I don't define myself as a white person or a person of color (and now that I type that out the binary of it irritates me both in the way of phrasing and in the way I can't come up with an easy fix for the words), I don't think about things like that much at all. I had to actually stop and think what I wanted on my ShowMe because I so rarely identify myself as one race in particular. And yet, Cincinnati is the only place I have ever felt treated as dirty, second-class, or what have you because of my non-pure ethnic heritage. I'm half-Mexican, for those of you wondering what I'm blathering on about. Half-Mexican, half-wharrgble, where wharrgbble stands in for a bizarre mix of Eastern European, Western European, and some distant Native American.

And in Cincinnati I was treated to the most bizarre mix of receptions. Being looked on as the 'hired help' and being looked down their noses at, literally. I don't think I've ever seen someone literally look down their nose at me. It was a really peculiar sensation. And then having some jackass financial manager person tell me that it was great that I spoke Spanish, it made me ideal because I could bring all the benefits of their company to the hard-working Mexicans. I have never wanted to hit someone with a table quite so much in my life. So, yeah. I have some confused racial identity issues. Although I definitely prefer that I have the luxury of not having to think about it much, here. Tanning up as it gets warmer will be interesting. And still, I am so goddamn glad I moved out of Cincinnati. Fuckers. Post-racial society, where again?

Right. Um. I have Shit To Do. And at some point I should go down to the stationary store and see about some stationary for writing of letters to grandparent. I might as well link that to check-in day so I remember. Oi, too much crap to do, too little time. I suppose that's what I have this icon for.

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[kikibug13]

So I reached the end of the post... and returned to check if the icon was the one I thought it was based on that ending. ;)

Ahem. How does time run out so ridiculously?

[kittydesade]

The same way it always does. One minute, one hour, one day at a time.

[kikibug13]

True. I just. What's its hurry?