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[which_chick]

I spent yesterday doing horse activities -- Trysta and I dewormed and deloused the stuff over at Odie's and took everyone out of the field up over the hill. I went into the feed store with Liss and loaded up five hundred pounds of feed for her because her back hurt. (Yes, I can lift a hundred pound sack of feed. By myself.) She took the opportunity, during the trip, to ask me why the hell I had to run over people so often. I didn't say anything since I didn't imagine that They're in my way would cut much ice. Look. Intellectually, I do understand that I'm not supposed to run over other people (conversationally, behaviorally, in social interactions) because they're in the way. I'm vaguely aware of the fact that people do not enjoy being treated as inconsequential obstacles to what I want even if that's what they are. *sigh* It's remembering to pretend like I give a shit about this that keeps causing me problems...

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[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

If I can lift a 100 pound kid, you can lift a 100 pound feed sack.

What's with people?

Our fearless Otakon leader this year spent a good deal of time attempting to prevent me from running over other members of the BoD. It worked. Mostly.