laughing till it pisses everybody off...
Wellllll.
Hello, world. And all you other metaphysical entities.
(Why is it I think "Ent titties" when I use that word?)
The old poetry gang has decided to hold a Part Deux to our party like last semester, but tonight I feel I want to do nothing more than nestle, read, eat copious amounts of something that will annoy my intestines, and read some more. So I will.
Perhaps Wendy and I will share another pitcher and harrass the LSU night-time grounds again. I liked that.
I finally went out and got my black shelf for my journal collection and such, and the sis and I hauled it upstairs this morning. I fell on my ass a couple of times coming up because the wind was blowing my brain cells out of my ear. Honestly. What's the ruckus? Now it's pouring down snakes and hamsters. (You know you like that one.)
Took me damn long to put the shelf together by myself, with the cats gleefully batting critical pieces of it back and forth across the apartment and me dropping the wood on my own feet alternately. But it's up now, DAMN IT ALL. I DEFY YOU, INSTRUCTIONS.
The top and bottom are, of course, on backwards. My mom was kind enough to point this out to me when I invited her over a while ago. But it doesn't matter. It's holding my favorite things and a lot of the stuff you guys have sent me over the ages. Am content.
(Even if I will have to go back with a black Sharpie to hide the fact that it's on backwards.
THE SHARPIE IS MIGHTIER.)
Have been excessively busy of late, classes and work and all. And excessively lazy when not in class and work and all. But eh, the changes I'm attempting to make take some time and I'm not going to drive myself crazy trying to be reborn Birth of Venus-style overnight. I don't really give a twat what most folk think, only what I think, or think I'm thinking, and that's all that matters. So, hm. Life, love, and liberty can just walk at my pace, or go bother someone else.
It feels like I have ten thousand-1/2 things I want to tell you about that've been going on lately, but take my word for it that life (and cell phones) are very amused with me. Or spiteful, but whatever.
Alpo, my GUARD CAT and the scourge of stranger-kind, has a new fancy collar:
Hello, world. And all you other metaphysical entities.
(Why is it I think "Ent titties" when I use that word?)
The old poetry gang has decided to hold a Part Deux to our party like last semester, but tonight I feel I want to do nothing more than nestle, read, eat copious amounts of something that will annoy my intestines, and read some more. So I will.
Perhaps Wendy and I will share another pitcher and harrass the LSU night-time grounds again. I liked that.
I finally went out and got my black shelf for my journal collection and such, and the sis and I hauled it upstairs this morning. I fell on my ass a couple of times coming up because the wind was blowing my brain cells out of my ear. Honestly. What's the ruckus? Now it's pouring down snakes and hamsters. (You know you like that one.)
Took me damn long to put the shelf together by myself, with the cats gleefully batting critical pieces of it back and forth across the apartment and me dropping the wood on my own feet alternately. But it's up now, DAMN IT ALL. I DEFY YOU, INSTRUCTIONS.
The top and bottom are, of course, on backwards. My mom was kind enough to point this out to me when I invited her over a while ago. But it doesn't matter. It's holding my favorite things and a lot of the stuff you guys have sent me over the ages. Am content.
(Even if I will have to go back with a black Sharpie to hide the fact that it's on backwards.
THE SHARPIE IS MIGHTIER.)
Have been excessively busy of late, classes and work and all. And excessively lazy when not in class and work and all. But eh, the changes I'm attempting to make take some time and I'm not going to drive myself crazy trying to be reborn Birth of Venus-style overnight. I don't really give a twat what most folk think, only what I think, or think I'm thinking, and that's all that matters. So, hm. Life, love, and liberty can just walk at my pace, or go bother someone else.
It feels like I have ten thousand-1/2 things I want to tell you about that've been going on lately, but take my word for it that life (and cell phones) are very amused with me. Or spiteful, but whatever.
Alpo, my GUARD CAT and the scourge of stranger-kind, has a new fancy collar: