Look what wandered into the bottom floor of my apartment building:


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I just needed to say that out loud. That I am okay, although it has been one of those days where you turn around and look for the "kick me" sign on your back because FUCKING FUCKING FUCK FUCK ( Read more... )

I have the clear-headedness of Bikram yoga and the courage of a large margarita and it is time to say this shit out loud. Um, if you want something less profane, I suggest you read this, you'll have an idea of what I mean without any of the cussing and a lot more of the sense-making.

( cussing, spoilers for all aired Supernatural, and mild Sookie Stackhouse books 3 and 4. )

The situation in Haiti looks more and more fucked. I have no money. I have no job. Like many of the recently graduated, I'm crashing at my parents' place and mooching like there's no end in sight. I have no material resources of my own. But I do have these. *waggles fingers ( Read more... )

The family cat is missing. She's declawed and she's dumb and I'm afraid something outside has eaten her already. If you could pray or think good thoughts, I would really appreciate it. Her name is Mabel and she's a muted tortoiseshell with orange patches. Also, she sometimes falls off of things.

Here she is doing her best odelisque:


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What does one do when one's starting QB is knocked out of the game and one has no healthy way to relieve the stress? One futzes about with one's layout.

Thoughts?

ETA: WHY WHY WHY??? BOB STOOPS PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME BUST OUT MY 'BOB STOOPID' TAG, BECAUSE I WILL. I TOTALLY WILL. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO MAKE A POINT AND RECRUIT ( Read more... )

Adam Goldstein had eight oxycontin in his stomach and one in his mouth.

"He wanted to die," says the source.

Nothing about this that doesn't suck.