This will probably sound crazy, but I'm sure all of you already question my sanity since my last post about dreams.

Am I the only one who checks her loofah for spiders before each use?

It's not as though I have ever found a spider hiding inside the natural cavities which run the length of my loofah brush, but it just looks like such a natural ( Read more... )

To add to list of things not to do when exceptionally tired: attempt to use the restroom at work. Because, you know, you'll be so tired that you accidentally walk into the men's room, only to be confronted with the sight of English grad student with his pants down. And that's just embarrassing for the both of you. And he shrieked like a girl, too. ( Read more... )

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claudi007 has apparently transferred his car problem karma to me. Yesterday Ms. Lola started acting funny on the drive into work, trying to die and emitting a smell not unlike the smell made when one tries to fry a dozen rotten eggs, so I turned around for the mechanics' before I was too far away from home base. Well, one busted coil pack later, I'm out $ ( Read more... )

Retrospective To Do List for Past Few Weeks:

• Stress fracture left big toe. Ow.

• Throw back painfully out of alignment from favoring right leg due to gimp left toe.

• Wonder if it's possibly time to look heavenward and say, "Yeah, okay, smite me already!" Am only too sure I would hear disembodied giggling as a response.
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There comes a point in time when one simply has to stop, the point at which some sort of saturation of the mind, spirit and body causes a complete disconnect of the intellectual and emotional. It's an interior landscape that's shifted to the Buñuelian, and no one wants that. When every vapid and pointless pop song carries a personal message, then ( Read more... )

This morning on my daily commute from Hell I heard something that made me suspect a local radio station's weather/traffic/news announcer is a secret slasher ( Read more... )

Today I woke up in peculiarly peppy - and therefore unexplainable - mood which dictated I completely clean and rearrange my study (a.k.a. second bedroom). Six hours later, I live to tell the tale. There was much moving of furniture, schlepping of books, dusting, curtain washing, and general heaving of objects to and fro to be had.


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My postman probably now thinks I'm a loon. I just chased him halfway down the street in my car in order to retrieve a package he had once again failed to deliver. The first time I wasn't home. This time, he refused to get out of his postal vehicle "because of the dog." Oh, yeah, the dog. My neighbors have a very barky rat terrier, who is literally ( Read more... )