The painful facts ( Read more... )

Last night was fun. I am a laser-tag GOD. Helena's very own Team Ramrodd (captained by Fred) owned the red team. I had like shitloads more points than everyone else, too. Shitloads. I was all PEW PEW PEW and stuff.

And on the seventh day, god stepped back and said "There is my creation, perfect in every way... oh, dammit! I left pot all over the ( Read more... )

I called it 2 weeks earlier ( Read more... )

LAWL!

Let's go jogging; I wanna get fucked up.

Surgery today.
Nothing serious, just getting wisdom teeth removed.
GOD I hate needles.

Nothing but smoothies and chocolate milk for a few days.
Then nothing but cream of (noun) soup.

5 years later.
Over 2300 dead, 16600 wounded later.
When it becomes apparent that we, as a nation, are $8,280,212,968,375 (It goes up 2.1 billion per day) in debt, $247,000,000 from the war alone. (It goes up over a thousand every passing second, and they're proposing $70 more ( Read more... )

( someone please stop me from emailing this to her. )

My personal thanks go out to Heather, the Grateful Dead, and fatigue.