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shadesofmauve ([personal profile] shadesofmauve) wrote2009-02-16 02:35 pm
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In which Skellington dreams of becoming a member of the Landed Gentry

My work situation is iffy. Freelancing has dried up in the last few months. Not a time to be contemplating major purchases, unless...unless, perhaps, that purchase is a house, who's market value is tanking and interest rates are low.

Yes, my dear friends and compatriots, I aspire to raise myself to the Landed Class.

I'm intensely interested in two places on Tumwater hill, and vaguely intrigued by a smaller one downtown. I would have to have the bother of taking tenants, of course ([livejournal.com profile] madalchemist and [livejournal.com profile] notyourroommate, you'd be up for that, right?), whom I might in my generosity allow to sharecrop my land and raise their small amounts of livestock. And by livestock, I mean Islington, Michelle's rabbit.

Yes, I seek a spot among the landed gentry.

After all, with that and a penis, I could vote in 1800.

[identity profile] fenmere.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually the SO package is sufficient. I myself am surprised at how wonderful my surrogate mammary glands are!

[identity profile] fenmere.livejournal.com 2009-02-16 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Exactly!

Oh, and it occurs me that another wonderful thing about it not being 1800 anymore is that we can have this rather mature conversation without being labeled adulterers. The hippies suggested it and the geeks made it possible.

[identity profile] q13-exe.livejournal.com 2009-02-17 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that, and syphilus has finally lost some of its sexy edginess