My other blog is dead. Or, rather, dying. So I have returned to continue blogging in the hallowed archives of my forsaken livejournal. But first, a pre-emptive obituary:

NO GOOD NEEDS WORK

Faithful Wordpress Blog to Alicia

2006-2007

Rest in Peace

[pours out remainder of 40 oz. malt liquor beverage]

word up, livejournal

Brett: OK, at the interview they're going to ask you what animal you would be and why.
Me: Check.
Brett: They're also going to ask you if you would rather sacrifice your son or your daughter.
Me: Really?
Brett: No, that was Sophie's choice.
Me: I'm going to blog that. [blogs.]

Today marks one week since my third-molar extraction surgery. The only remaining memento of that gloriously horrific event are these stitches in my face, which, although not bleeding anymore, are still nausea-inducing. But if contemporary media has taught me one thing, it's that any factor limiting food intake is operating toward some future good ( Read more... )

Who in the hell sent me that Blue Mountain e-card?

Seriously, that shit was creepy.

'Ods bodkin! Gadzooks! Look at that old spook of spooks!

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I woke up from a dream of writing a paper only to discover that it had written itself. My lands are where my dead lie buried.

Lisa Loeb will be 40 next year.

Tell me that does not make you sad.

Since friendship has precluded love, we shy ( Read more... )