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Rude Awakening
I was woken up this morning by a cat jumping on me. Mind you, we don't have a cat. This long black-haired fellow just decided to leap through my window onto my chest at about 9am, thus greatly surprising and confusing me. After said leaping, he was quite determined to hang out, maybe watch some cartoons, but I made it clear to him that he was ( Read more... ) -
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Down with Recycling!
Not really, actually. I don't know how many of you people have heard the arguments saying that recycling is actually more harmful than not recycling, but I found this article to be a very convincing rebuttal and a pretty interesting read. -
The Glory of The Mountain Goats
I'm getting old and boring. Whenever I go to shows anymore I find myself wishing the set would just end already so I can sit down and rest my weary bones. It doesn't help that I still insist on wearing the trusty chucks with no padding whatsoever, or that my attention span is such that I'll space out thinking about something else entirely until I ( Read more... ) -
It's Sex-mas!
The ultimate roommate combination is about to come to fruition. Jake is moving in with Kat and me. You know what this means, three-ways, every day, all the way, baby! I mean, I can hardly go a minute without finding some reason to mount Jake, and once Kat gets a glimpse of the forbidden straight boy on straight boy action, you know she can't ( Read more... ) -
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I'm going to see The Birds tonight for free, possibly with a very cute and fascinating girl. Tippi Hedren will be there, I presume to tell us all how awesome it is to work with Hitchcock, or maybe to completely destroy my idolized perception of the man. Either way, it's bound to be interesting. I haven't seen the birds since I was in elementary ( Read more... ) -
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Damn you LJ!
So somehow my long ass post about a drunken asshole got lost in the ether, so I'll summarize here. Was at Beth's a few nights ago. Drunk guy with a molestache draws on my shit. I tell him that's not cool. He babbles and babbles and won't leave us alone the whole time we're there. Before leaving, we drop a note saying "Shut the fuck up!" at his ( Read more... ) -
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I need someone to photograph my armpit. -
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Wired, tired, or twired even, sleep eludes. Shoulder sends shocks of pain intermittently. Guard shack, at least, very quiet. Computer tower dead. Laptop functional. In need of something to do. Guard shack no longer quiet. Fist shaking. Boredom creeping. Inspiration lacking. Mood still alright though. Life pretty good. Only current ( Read more... )