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ganked from like, everybody.
1. Identify the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to Google Image Search and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results. Don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.
Dear Meg-brain,
OK, see, there's paranoia where you think there's aliens and the goverment out to get you and you want to carry a knife around and you don't want to talk to anybody because they might secretly carry stories to the aliens/CIA and that's not cool but at least it's not not wanting to go anywhere because you might meet an ex-coworker and have them laugh at you. That's just retarded, and Rational Meg-brain fully realizes it, and would appreciate it if the rest of Meg-brain would realize this as well.
no love,
Rational Meg-brain
So I went to bed at around one am, and I slept til ten and then I woke up and went and slept again and now I'm thinking wow! sleep's awesome, it makes it so you aren't tired and working on your set of delusions and paranoia cards! And I have had like three cigarettes today, forgive me.
Also went to the store last night and got curry powder, except this curry powder basically turns rice yellow and that's about it. I had to add like two tablespoons before there was even a tingle, and I am not the fan of spicy food in my family but when I put curry powder in my instant rice I expect something to explode. (Or for something to melt and smoke gently on the floor.) I should maybe get it at an Asian store but I have a hard enough time reading Listed Ingredients when it's in my native language, and people like to put MSG in the powdered stuff. And MSG is a leading cause of Irrational Meg-brain winning the argument with Rational Meg-brain about people laughing at her.
(Look, if it hasn't dawned uneasily on some of you that Meg is occasionally in need of Frog Pills, I totally give up. Most writers need Frog Pills, it comes of having people talk in our head all the time. Sometimes I think, Yay, I must be like Sylvia Plath! and then I think, Without the gas oven, I hope. Dunno, for me half the time a good writing streak comes on because otherwise I'd be facing the thoughts in my head. Meg-brain: Things Look Different Here!)
1. Identify the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to Google Image Search and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results. Don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.
Dear Meg-brain,
OK, see, there's paranoia where you think there's aliens and the goverment out to get you and you want to carry a knife around and you don't want to talk to anybody because they might secretly carry stories to the aliens/CIA and that's not cool but at least it's not not wanting to go anywhere because you might meet an ex-coworker and have them laugh at you. That's just retarded, and Rational Meg-brain fully realizes it, and would appreciate it if the rest of Meg-brain would realize this as well.
no love,
Rational Meg-brain
So I went to bed at around one am, and I slept til ten and then I woke up and went and slept again and now I'm thinking wow! sleep's awesome, it makes it so you aren't tired and working on your set of delusions and paranoia cards! And I have had like three cigarettes today, forgive me.
Also went to the store last night and got curry powder, except this curry powder basically turns rice yellow and that's about it. I had to add like two tablespoons before there was even a tingle, and I am not the fan of spicy food in my family but when I put curry powder in my instant rice I expect something to explode. (Or for something to melt and smoke gently on the floor.) I should maybe get it at an Asian store but I have a hard enough time reading Listed Ingredients when it's in my native language, and people like to put MSG in the powdered stuff. And MSG is a leading cause of Irrational Meg-brain winning the argument with Rational Meg-brain about people laughing at her.
(Look, if it hasn't dawned uneasily on some of you that Meg is occasionally in need of Frog Pills, I totally give up. Most writers need Frog Pills, it comes of having people talk in our head all the time. Sometimes I think, Yay, I must be like Sylvia Plath! and then I think, Without the gas oven, I hope. Dunno, for me half the time a good writing streak comes on because otherwise I'd be facing the thoughts in my head. Meg-brain: Things Look Different Here!)