Spades?!
AGAIN, with the orphan cards. This time, the two of spades accompanied by the queen of diamonds. Found them in the park.
Last time, I duplicated the jack of spades. Spades, spades, spades. This is starting to get just a little freaky.
If you have something to say, Universe, quit fucking around and just SAY IT already. This half-assed weirdtastic shit was cool at first, but now it is only making me paranoid.
In other news, Christmas was every bit the orgy of food, presents, and wrapping paper that I had hoped. I ate at least seventeen Christmas cookies on Christmas. Seriously. That kind of shit . . . that can't be good for me. Oh, god. But they are so good.
Next year, if you are all well-behaved little heathens, I'll post my sugar cookie recipe. No, it's not as good as the Ginger Sluts recipe, but then, nothing really is. Besides, by Imperial Dictum you must bake at least one batch of frostable cookies during the holidays, and you can't frost the Ginger Sluts. Trying just makes them all kinds of vile.
I'm being horribly remiss not posting pictures yet. Sorry. Perhaps when I get back from my regularly-scheduled vampirism appointment, I'll clean up a few of the ones of my niece with her monstrous new pet.
I do have a request. I've a yen to hear "Venus in Furs." I had two copies of it once upon a time, one by the Velvet Underground, and one by Monster Magnet. I've lost the Monster Magnet CD, the Velvet Underground cd was a friend's from ages ago, and my Nomad puked its poor guts out a while back, losing me the mp3s. If anyone has either of those songs, I'd be much obliged if they'd send 'em my way. (That'd be naamah_darling at livejournal dot com.)
I know. I'm going to music-piracy hell. But you can come with me. Please? They've been stuck in my head for days and days, and it's making me pretty itchy and annoyed.
Last time, I duplicated the jack of spades. Spades, spades, spades. This is starting to get just a little freaky.
If you have something to say, Universe, quit fucking around and just SAY IT already. This half-assed weirdtastic shit was cool at first, but now it is only making me paranoid.
In other news, Christmas was every bit the orgy of food, presents, and wrapping paper that I had hoped. I ate at least seventeen Christmas cookies on Christmas. Seriously. That kind of shit . . . that can't be good for me. Oh, god. But they are so good.
Next year, if you are all well-behaved little heathens, I'll post my sugar cookie recipe. No, it's not as good as the Ginger Sluts recipe, but then, nothing really is. Besides, by Imperial Dictum you must bake at least one batch of frostable cookies during the holidays, and you can't frost the Ginger Sluts. Trying just makes them all kinds of vile.
I'm being horribly remiss not posting pictures yet. Sorry. Perhaps when I get back from my regularly-scheduled vampirism appointment, I'll clean up a few of the ones of my niece with her monstrous new pet.
I do have a request. I've a yen to hear "Venus in Furs." I had two copies of it once upon a time, one by the Velvet Underground, and one by Monster Magnet. I've lost the Monster Magnet CD, the Velvet Underground cd was a friend's from ages ago, and my Nomad puked its poor guts out a while back, losing me the mp3s. If anyone has either of those songs, I'd be much obliged if they'd send 'em my way. (That'd be naamah_darling at livejournal dot com.)
I know. I'm going to music-piracy hell. But you can come with me. Please? They've been stuck in my head for days and days, and it's making me pretty itchy and annoyed.