I'm putting the kibosh on angst, at least for today. I spent all of yesterday doubled over at my desk, trying not to yak. Then I went home and had to lay on the floor for almost an hour. I can't do that two days in a row.

So, instead, here are some new [to me, at least] dead baby jokes:
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I just now identified this mood that I am in. It is a mood that I have experienced throughout my life in various contexts but have never had an adequate name for. The current context is having all the roommates in the kitchen at once, chattering and talking to me while I'm clearly trying to read and singing along to my music, and I really just ( Read more... )

When Billy Petersen showed back up from his sabbatical with The Beard back in tow, I told Amalea that they should have Sara shave it off for him a la the Troi/Riker scene in Insurrection. And tonight THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED! The depths of my glee are unplumbable!

I wish those bitches did some sort of site control over who posts and what they post. At least on the factoids section. The boards I don't give a fuck about, because they made it so you have to now sign in just to read the damn things, and that is totally whack (wack?). At any rate, the thing I'm complaining about specifically are examples such ( Read more... )

Here's how insanely sensitive my skin is to ... well, apparently everything: I was wearing a bra yesterday that has little metal loops connecting the straps to the cups. The metal loops reacted with my skin and caused it to burn/sting, and I still have the red marks on my chest this morning. The dumbest thing about this is that I have had this ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure I strained/pulled a muscle in my right forearm this afternoon. I was working on a route and got idiot-stuck in the middle of it. Instead of settling back to see where I'd fucked up and how to fix it, I just cranked my way through the move I'd missed and onto the next one. And when I say cranked, I mean almost my entire body ( Read more... )

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Even LJ has betrayed me with the pink and lavendar (?) and dressing that stupid goat up like a certain flying asshole baby with darts.

The weather pleases me. I'm feeling spiteful and vindictive and mean, and I hope that this horrible slush ruins a lot of plans for the evening. Blar.

Hey, ma, what's an IP address?

It's a special number that means you shouldn't commit computer pranks from your house, you dink.For those of you unfamiliar with the geography of SW Ohio, this town is about twenty minutes from my mom's house. It is, in fact, where my dad lived for the last six or seven years of his life. The article says that it's ( Read more... )

May I ask why Anna Nicole Smith's death is being treated in the news with the same fanfare ask JFK Jr.'s or Princess Di's deaths? Not to be cold or bitchy or any of those other things I'm often accused of being, but what did this person add to the world? As far as I can tell, the only thing she ever gave us was a reference point for all future ( Read more... )