so... all moved into the new place. that would be the reason i havent gotten into any of that new posting business i talked about last time, been very busy cleaning, packing, cleaning, throwing f*ckton of junk away, packing... you get the idea. theres still a lot of stuff sitting on more stuff because we dont have places to put it all yet, but we' ( Read more... )

it's been a damn long time since i updated this last, and ive been wondering about making a new LJ, or at least modifying the purpose of this one, and im curious if any of you few listening in would be interested in my wierd idea ( Read more... )

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whyyyyyyyy ooooh whyyyyyyyy is it that at this late at night going to sleep is the last thing i wanna do ( Read more... )

elvis chickens, devil toasters, mongolian death worms, vegan vampires, exploding heads... and more!

haha, those were a lot of fun. and apparently almost all based on real tabloid headlines. XD i couldnt resist stealing one for my very own.......

i mean, come on. squirrel brains. BEWARE! :O

its late october now. days are getting colder, i had to dig out my sweatshirts and winter coats to make sure the cats hadn't left hairballs on them over the summer, or that spiders hadnt made nests on them (which happened to me one year, i had this giant spider egg-ball firmly attached to the back of my coat, had to squash it on the coat and then ( Read more... )

robert frost can make anything better. especially me.

saved me from ditching on a paper, i'll tell ya. specially since the paper was on that poem...... hrm, hrm. its late, i should sleep. yes, edit explication in the morning.

rain is yay at night.

it be international talk like a pirate day, mateys. arrrr, away with ye who aren't likin' the idear! pirates be the bless't people o'the great flyin' spaghetti beastie, so no whinin ( Read more... )

frou frou has eaten what's left of my head. its all gone. frou frou is what's left. it will not stop. it will not let me sleep. frou frou, frou frou... let go, let go.... not well enough to cut for page size ( Read more... )

i dont know what it is, when exactly it started or what it means... no particular music spurs it, no character or story or idea or event seems to be causing it, no emotion seems to connect with it.... i dont understand it, and its driving me crazy. its like my heart flutters for nothing, like i need something but i dont know what, like theres ( Read more... )