I had this crazy dream in which pretty much everything was going around killing people. There were little machines that shoot lasers, things that kinda looked like orcs, underwater things, and in the end these snow-people who were attacking the civilized peoples. Raping, torture, cannabalism . . . kinda like Reevers, really. And then I got ( Read more... )

Crazy things happen sometimes. I just went to the international bazaar, which I would not have known about had I not gone with Farrah to wait for her sister. I checked out a few places, steering clear mostly of European stuff (since I know tons about them already) in favor of the lesser-known Arabic countries. I drank Saudi coffee! Not very good, ( Read more... )

So the weather outside's delightful ( Read more... )

Soooooooo, Meghan gave me pants ( Read more... )

Sooooooo, singin' the fight song for NBC tomorrow. That oughta be fun. I must say, I'm disappointed that they changed the words on us suddenly. I had the original down packed after just five minutes of drilling. Now it's all changed! I must say, I liked the first one better. This one isn't even that fighty. I don't want to kill babies while singing ( Read more... )

I really wish I could just die right now. There really isn't much point to living any longer. Everything has hit the "skids", whatever that means. I have been physically ill every. Single. Night. These. Past. Two. Weeks. And off and on every week since I started going here. Why? Why am I always so sick? Is it the birth control? My health has pretty ( Read more... )

Bipolarkitten@vampirefreaks.com is about to die. No, not because I'm no longer your bipolar kitten. No, not because I've found a better server, and not because I'm going to hurl myself off the top of the Johnson Center (though it DOES sound like an appealing idea). No, it is because of a single word: SPAM. Yes kiddies, you heard correctly: Ahlyssah ( Read more... )

High point ( Read more... )

I think it's time that all the men in the world read this and ask themselves, "What the hell is the matter with us? Why do we rape? Why do we molest? Why do we feel the need to cause such terrible harm to women and children? What the hell is wrong with us ( Read more... )

I like babysitting Shannon so much better now that she's old enough to be left at home for a period not exceeding an hour and a half. It means I don't have to spend a very cold, possibly spider-infested night on the couch. Shannon was actually quite good for me, aside from a disagreement about her using trick shots with the hacky sack and her crazy ( Read more... )