More of the Crazy
So apparently it's been a month since I wrote on my lj. Um. Oops?
Story time!
This was me earlier today: So you know how they say you learn something new every day? This is what I learned: when I am bored out of my mind, when ennui verges on becoming a medical condition, when lolcats - yes, even lolcats - have failed me, I draw giant dragons from my palm to under my collarbone. This is not necessarily something I wanted to know about myself. Like, ever.
So I kindly wrote an epitaph for when I die of ink poisoning that went something like "Here lyeth our daughter/sister/whatevs, dearly beloved, sorely missed, so much potential, blah blah blah, if only she weren't so BLOODY STUPID" and when I get to the pearly gates, St. Peter's gonna laugh himself *sick* at me because I may be the only person in history with "died of lolcat!phail" on her coroner's report.
But.
Several hours have passed and get this -- *I am not dead yet*. And now that I've had time to look at it objectively, ohmigod there's a DRAGON ON MY ARM and it is SO. FRIGGIN. COOL. We have bonded, I borrowed a tank top so that his poor sweet little head won't be covered and while I am freezing? It is tolly worth it. I have taken to calling him Mo because he has a Totally Accidental Mohawk (seriously, I have no idea how it got there), and I am flirting with the idea of never showering again so that he may live longer. Or I could shower with a plastic bag or six covering my arm. Or I could die spectacularly (at this point, probably *not* of ink poisoning) so that people can cry over my dead body and the minister can say things like "It is so tragic when one is taken from us so young and we will miss her terribly but since we're all here, isn't the dragon on her arm the *keenest*?"
Or, um. I could shower with a plastic bag.
Seriously, though, I am aware that it is winter but if there is ANY kind of flower meadow in the vicinity, I will find it and Mo and I will go frolicking in it, so help me, and look for his good friend Puff.
... I'm going to ... go lie down now. Or something.
Story time!
This was me earlier today: So you know how they say you learn something new every day? This is what I learned: when I am bored out of my mind, when ennui verges on becoming a medical condition, when lolcats - yes, even lolcats - have failed me, I draw giant dragons from my palm to under my collarbone. This is not necessarily something I wanted to know about myself. Like, ever.
So I kindly wrote an epitaph for when I die of ink poisoning that went something like "Here lyeth our daughter/sister/whatevs, dearly beloved, sorely missed, so much potential, blah blah blah, if only she weren't so BLOODY STUPID" and when I get to the pearly gates, St. Peter's gonna laugh himself *sick* at me because I may be the only person in history with "died of lolcat!phail" on her coroner's report.
But.
Several hours have passed and get this -- *I am not dead yet*. And now that I've had time to look at it objectively, ohmigod there's a DRAGON ON MY ARM and it is SO. FRIGGIN. COOL. We have bonded, I borrowed a tank top so that his poor sweet little head won't be covered and while I am freezing? It is tolly worth it. I have taken to calling him Mo because he has a Totally Accidental Mohawk (seriously, I have no idea how it got there), and I am flirting with the idea of never showering again so that he may live longer. Or I could shower with a plastic bag or six covering my arm. Or I could die spectacularly (at this point, probably *not* of ink poisoning) so that people can cry over my dead body and the minister can say things like "It is so tragic when one is taken from us so young and we will miss her terribly but since we're all here, isn't the dragon on her arm the *keenest*?"
Or, um. I could shower with a plastic bag.
Seriously, though, I am aware that it is winter but if there is ANY kind of flower meadow in the vicinity, I will find it and Mo and I will go frolicking in it, so help me, and look for his good friend Puff.
... I'm going to ... go lie down now. Or something.