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See that subject line? I have actually uttered that, twice, in the last week. Not once, in random oddness, twice. "What the unholy fuck" does not even begin to cover my response to having that phrase fly out of my mouth, I have no idea where it came from. Well, of course I know where the line came from, a supremely cheesy movie, I just cannot ( Read more... )

( Cut for a fucking ton of swearing. )

I got kind of irritated yesterday with the whole me v. food thing, and decided that I was going to go out and have something nice for once. Yeah. I had a lettuce-wrapped mushroom burger, does anyone remember this idea from back during the Atkins craze? Almost no place does it anymore, but it is a great option for gluten-sensitive people, so much ( Read more... )

Once in a while, my mother comes up with an idea that is truly inspired. We often keep very different hours, and therefore must find creative ways to communicate, so she decided to get some dry-erase markers. We do not, however, own a dry-erase board on which to leave messages, so she started using the bathroom mirror. It works surprisingly well ( Read more... )

I went for a three hour walk tonight. Something in me needs the night, to be out in it. I crave the feel of it on my skin, so unlike flesh with its heat and roughness and need, yet no less arousing to the senses. It is cool and silken, teasing out a desire to lay bare ever more skin to its caresses. Indeed all the senses seem more acute, the ( Read more... )

I did something quite fun today, which was also an armor-polishing Good Deed, and was rewarded with the most delicious apple juice ever. The better reward, however, was getting to meet a genuinely nice guy. He's smart (I have my priorities), friendly, seems well-adjusted and has an appealing sort of idealism. Also, wonder of wonders, he neither ( Read more... )

I am having significant trouble dealing with my mother. She is chaos personified, and refuses to give a moment's thought to anything before running off and doing whatever pops into her head. She pushes the same things on me over and over and over, and then gets all sulky and pissed when I am short-tempered about it. I wouldn't snap at her if she ( Read more... )

I just found an old flyer/invitation I sent out for Karl's 40th birthday party, with the awesomely tacky tiki theme. For some reason, it was stuck in my employment records. That was one weird gathering of really weird folks eating even weirder vaguely tropical-themed food. I think I still have the raw video of the lot of us sitting in David's ( Read more... )