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(no subject) [Oct. 26th, 2010|08:22 am]
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I would rather hit my dick with a hammer then work on this creative writing assignment. I think I hate writing now. The end.
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2010|10:36 pm]
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The fact that I was able to get my shirt on and turned around the right way on the first attempt was a huge confidence booster tonight.
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(no subject) [Aug. 8th, 2009|05:16 am]
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There is something irrevocably wrong with me, and I'd really like to be selfish and alone and anonymous and cut all my ties with everyone I know and just disappear for a while, come back later. I'm such an asshole, blah blah blah. I need to talk to my doctor and do laundry tomorrow and try that Chinese/Persian place for lunch.
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(no subject) [Mar. 17th, 2009|02:19 pm]
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Being lazy and playing a bunch of Team Fortress 2. Looking into freelance writing, i.e., talking to people more experienced in the subject and trying to get a second job I can do from home in my pajama pants. Amanda continues to be my awesome girlfriend. Life continues to drag onwards, just really, really slowly. Slooooow.
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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2008|02:07 pm]
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So, I finally tossed out my honest-to-god 20+ year old mattress and I ended up buying a, like, $900 Posturpedic space age super bed with a fucking pillowtop and a happy ending all that. Fucking amazing. I've gone from sleeping for 10 hours a day and being exhausted and bent to waking up after six hours and ready to bang, like, twenty hookers in a row while I fold my laundry and clean my car out and make dinner and everything. The bed is amazing. It is the real shit.

In related news, I continue to have a successful relationship. Six months? No way! Fucking terrifying. Amanda is my little busty, sexy cheese danish.

The world keeps on spinnin' unabated. Vroom!
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(no subject) [May. 31st, 2008|09:51 am]
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I have most of the feeling back in my right arm! Yay! All that's stll numb is the tip of my thumb, so things are mostly back to normal. To all the folks who tried to convince me that chiropractors were shysters, TTTHHHPPPBBBBHHH. Unless I just healed myself by panicking and weeping, which is definitly a possibility, as as I do a lot of panicking and weeping. And panicked weeping.

Iron Man was good!

Indiana Jones was NOT.

Kitties are fat and happy but demand to sleep on my bed.

Man I know I'm forgetting something.
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(no subject) [May. 17th, 2008|06:13 pm]
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Blargh. My right arm is losing feeling from the thumb to the forearm and I think my left thumb is starting to tingle. My chiropractor says it's totally treatable and somewhat routine, but, still. Apparently my neck is too straight and it's applying excessive pressure to the nerves that run down into my hands. I tried to move some soy sauce at work the other night and I fumbled with my right hand and splashed it all over my pant leg, I smelled like take-out all day.

TIRED

PHONE LEAVE ME ALONE ON MY DY OFF

PHONE SHUT UP
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(no subject) [Feb. 15th, 2008|01:36 pm]
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So, I have a new roommate moving in on Saturday, so I went to clean my bathroom.

Within an hour, the grime in the tub and I had reached a cessation of hostilities and were discussing terms.

And then I remembered, THE UNITED STATES DOES NOT NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS! TO WAR!

And then the spinning newspaper came toward the screen, and it was all, WAR! And I like, "WAGH!"

And then, a second cease fire. Morale was running low. Slowly, the haze of war began to lift, and I realized, is the gunk not a living being, too? Do we not all have the right to exist? I mean, it was here before me. It will doubtlessly be here after me. It was here when we moved in! It'll be here when we move out! The circle of life is perfect and unbroken.

Also the base layer of.. stuff is unkillable. And I don't want to leave it half-dead, because then it would just get rebuilt and be half-cybernetic killing machine, half-shower scum. And that would be awkward.
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(no subject) [Dec. 25th, 2007|08:27 am]
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Merry Christmas, y'all. Take care of yourselves.
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2007|11:09 am]
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[Current Music |Gomez - Get Miles]

Watching a lot of House, halfway into the second season. Work is fine, money's okay, turns out I won't have to find a new roommate, but I need to pick up a second job or the next sudden expense is going to make me look stupid. Hurt my back at work last night, but not real bad, but I won't know if I'm going to the doctor or not until I go back to work on Monday. I've spent the last two months richocheting from sleeping five hours a night to twelve and back again and I can't control it, but I can deal with it until I can get to a psych or a specialist. The REAL issue is that I'm having serious trouble holding interest in anything that requires conscious thought. I can unload trailers for five hours, but I can't read books, or play video games, or maintain relationships: I broke up with the Cute Girl Two Docks Down AND the Boy With Freckles I Met at Roller Derby for the same reason. We'd been going out for two weeks and I was sick of it. Not THEM. I liked THEM. Cute Girl took ME on the first date to a burlesque show/fetish show/roller derby demo and it was GREAT. It was fantastic, she is great, but one day I started looking at her name on my cell when it was ringing and I just kept thinking, "Oh, hell, I don't want to do this." And then, a week later, and we broke up, and now it's really weird because she has to walk by my dock every day, and I'm thinking, "Oh wait, that's what I wanted all along," and now everything is all FUBAR.

I feel like I'm paralyzed in the long term, I NEED to go back to school next year, especially since UPS will cover it, but I'm terrified I'll flip out like I did my second semester at Meramec where it was, I could not take sitting behind a desk anymore. Time slowed down and everything was hell, and now I'm all freaked out about it, which is kind of funny, because I hit my real low earlier in the week and I'm usually okay pretty soon afterwards. Whatever, I dunno. I need to get back to sleep. I stopped writing this five different times without realizing it, suddenly I was just flicking through boingboing or neatorama and I'd just snap out of it, what was I doing, oh right, freaking out. OH RIGHT.
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