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"Yeek!" [slap] *thunk* {Or: how to have a heart attack}
So I'm lounging on my bed, in my usual insomnia-and-books-and-gameboy thing. I've got the lights off to try to convince my brain to go to sleep, using a booklight for reading and the back-lit gameboy screen for sinking my brain into a FFV mushball. All animals and humans asleep, fan on, cooler (finally!) on, slight breeze outside my open window ( Read more... ) -
Creative insults are a dying breed
You never hear quick-witted, original insults like these any more. I blame it on the buffle-headed nodcocks who think reading is boring and then pass this lack-of-thought to their descendants.
When insults had class.....
He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire ( Read more... ) -
Relativity Theory as it relates to my dreams
Relativity theory as in "all my relatives keep showing up in my dreams? What theory could account for this ( Read more... ) -
Requiescat in Pace
Iggy Drop, the world-famous Bitchiest-Looniest-Iguana-in-the-World died tonight ( Read more... ) -
How My Life Is Defined
It seems I have always attempted to divide my life into discrete sections: before I went in the psych ward/after the psych ward, before Anderssen/after Anderssen, before Uni/after Uni, and so on and so forth. That may be what feels strange about this, latest, attempt to divide stages and points in my life: I keep trying to say ( Read more... ) -
dreamings
Wow. I have some pretty damn weird* dreams on a regular basis, but this conglomeration from last night takes at least a slice or two of the cake. Maybe not a Baskin-Robbins Gold-Medal-Ribbon-with-chocolate-cake ice-cream cake, but probably at least a marble cake with chocolate frosting. Regular, not buttercream. Yeah, getting silly, on to the ( Read more... ) -
My God, It's Full of Web Pages!
DSL is now up and running. I feel like I've got a million things to do now. Who knows, maybe I'll even stop whining about having no life again.
DSL is really nifty. I missed you, internet. -
wants, needs, and frakkin' dial-up!
I want to write ( Read more... ) -
Do Not Bother To Pass Go
Well, guess I don't have to worry about how I'm going to get along with my dad while living at his house. Never even =made= =it= to his house ( Read more... ) -
Nope.
Cancel the celebration. I hurt to the point of Morphine tonight.
25 days wasted. Dammit.