The last few times I've tried to update, I've been getting those "your journal is in read-only mode due to server maintenance, blah blah." Job is going well, and I suppose I'll expand on that when I'm not tired.

Also, I am still awesome.

Went to the mall today, and I'm beat. Also got a bunch of fabric and costume supplies in preparation for megacon.

Yeah, that's it. I'm fucking tired.

Almost two hundred dollars worth of anti-everything software, and my comp is running more shitty than ever. Mom said today "That's it. I'm gonna hire to a nerd." About fucking time. I know computers like I know tact, which isn't very much considering how I told the checkout lady at publix that the only good baby is stir-fried baby ( Read more... )

I was just reminded of why I have 'Jesus titty-fucking christ' listed as an interest, thanks to a creamtastic LJ'er. Team America came out in October, but still no fucking DVD release!

'I need you more than Ben Affleck needs acting school'

Kid and I went to the Rosen Centre today, where a coffee bar drink-wench and a coffee break set-up bitch sent us running about to the wrong locations. Damn women can't give directions ( Read more... )

I'm having a good day. Smokey was at my bedroom door barking at 8:30 am. I was in awe -- instead of whining to be let out, he usually just craps on the floor. But today he was in rare form, wanting to lay his feces in the splendor of the flowerbed out back. :) After letting the dogs back in, I open the fridge and BAM! Two toaster strudels peering ( Read more... )

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/55/

Ah, Tuesday, how quickly you come! Instead of regular Boston Market, we went to check out "Osceola Idol." It was very nostalgic being in the PAC again, with those familiar smells of moldly ass and chipped paint. Rob, Andrea and me stood around in the back (since there were no seats left) cracking jokes and eyeing each other in total fucking shock. ( Read more... )

Dear Richard Kelly,

Please stop making movies.

Love,

God

xoxoxoxoxo

P.S. Seriously, dude. I will fucking smite you with my powers of great smitedness.

There is no subject more appropriate for a college-level speech class than a glimpse into the often-misunderstood world of the zombie. If only Christian supremacists could understand their plight, their struggle to live in a world of chainsaws and high-powered rifles, a cruel society that views the comsumption of warm human flesh to be amoral.. ( Read more... )