Jumbled: MY MIND IS GONE...like a fart in the wind...
Oddly busy. Family still insane. Fuck’em. And not in any sense beyond “kick them into an abyss while screaming “THIS. IS. SPAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTAAAAAA!!!!!” Went grocery shopping in Columbus for them, to bring them cheap Chinese groceries. The first thing my dad says when I get there "The safety seal isn't on this! Why isn't there a safety seal on this! It's been used!" Well that's what you get for buying wannabe curry powder at a Chinese store. No, really, I'm busy, I go there to buy them things and yea..."Why yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking. Good to see you too." Etc. W/e. It's not like I expect much from them anyway. I seem to be everyone's errand bitch.
*shrug* I suppose I'm too patient/nice/spineless. Life isn't slowing down and I need to catch up. Posting on lj really helps...yea...heh.
Saw Grindhouse last night. It was filled with disturbing imagery and I thought I’d be more bothered than I was? Loved the fake commercials and Freddy Rodriguez was hawt. I find myself sort of wanting a gatling gun for a leg. I dunno. It wasn’t a masterpiece, but it was fun. The end of the second feature was especially satisfying. I think I need to stop viewing such gratuitous violence…I might like it or something. *snerk*
Nana has a robin that comes to the window every day. It’s been there for ten days. Flutters around the window trying to get in. It knows there’s glass there, but I’m not sure if it 1.) Loves people 2.) Wants to nest inside or 3.) Is evil, think Birds. Opie loves it, so I don’t comment either way. Anyone actually experience this and know why?
I had a most satisfying meal of bread, brie, olive oil, boursin, and grapes yesterday. Grapes and brie were made for each other. (Beer and garlic-flavored shrimp chips are also a delightful pair.) The dessert of winegums was rather disappointing. Why the fuck don’t they taste like wine? ;_;
Bought alligator on sale at Wal-Mart. Will cook some tomorrow. I saw the bit about the croc eating the Taiwanese vet’s arm. I figured this might be apropos. ^_~ Alligator aren’t quite crocs, but Taiwanese aren’t quite Chinese? Lol. Two cups of coffee and sleep deprivation make everything funny. Two cups of coffee, shite...I'm going to be up all night.
Damn I'm incoherent.
“And steadily gnaw away on all the skin covering your pelvis,” Ranthim added cheerfully. “I saw it happen once. His…”
“*AHEM*” Elrosar coughed.
“…fell completely off,” Borzoi finished solemnly.
“Oh smooch-woochy,” Elwing murmured, chewing on a great lock of Haleth’s lank hair, before deftly spitting a louse the record distances of 13 yards. “Let me help you with those.”
“Oh fuzzy-wuzzy,” Haleth cooed affectionately, plucking out great handfuls of lice along with handfuls of Elwing’s lovely tresses. He popped them in his mouth and crunched them with tremendous satisfaction. “Darling, you must let me unbraid your hair,” he sighed reaching into her armpits.
“Or cut it,” Riot muttered nauseated.
“But my sweet potato pie could never abide by me cutting my hair,” Elwing cried, genuinely distraught. She flapped her great bat-like arms with duck-like grace.
“The webbing so sensitive,” Haleth exhaled. “And the beauty of her hair goes down to her shapely ankles. Tis magnificent.” The smitten couple had just managed to outdo Elrosar and Adrial’s slobbering shows of gratuitous affection.
The course was set to swathe a path through where the forest met the mountains, and the company continued forward, their suffering unalleviated.
Agothdin’s unibrow seemed to move of its own volition, crawling and creeping in waves of gray and red. He blinked and they swarmed between his eyelashes, nearly gluing them shut.
Rowyn scratched her ankles and neck angrily as Deor tried to pick his oversized nose…hair.
“They’re crawling up my sinuses into my brain!!” He shrieked, smacking himself bloody in the forehead. Too miserable to restrain him, the others could only watch with a measure of schadenfreude.
I dislike almost everyone on there, but my aunt and uncle post and we make fun of said people? I've sadly noticed that I'm much happier when I have people to hate. *shrug* The writing and concept isn't particularly good, but I'm hopped up on caffeine and sadism. All the pulp violence and gratiutous imagery of Grindhouse has been a bit inspiring. Damn, I make no sense...
1. Where is your cell phone?
Purse.
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/lover/other?
Nonexistant.
3. Your hair?
Shiny.
4. Your mother?
Pathological.
5. Your father?
Anti-social.
6. Your favorite item?
Undecided.
7. Your dream last night?
Epic.
8. Your favorite drink?
Water.
9. Your dream car?
Big.
10. The room you are in?
Cozy.
11. Your ex?
Immature.
12. Your fear?
Failure.
13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
Happy.
14. Who did you hang out with last night?
Lisalisafoofoo.
15. What you're not?
Certain.
19. The last thing you did?
Breathe.
20. What are you wearing?
Sack!
21. Your favorite book?
Indecisive.
22. The last thing you ate?
Brie.
24. Your mood?
Bizarre.
25. Your friends?
Motley.
26. What are you thinking about right now?
Parasites.
27. Your car?
Reliable.
28. What are you doing at the moment?
Prevaricating.
29. Your summer?
Ambiguous.
30. Your relationship status?
Laughable.