And, changing beats, because I thought this was kind of a cool idea on the normally ridiculous "LJ Spotlight":.

Picture-A-Day of daily goings-on ...



Toys after dark. From the shelf in our living room.

I can be persuaded to add you.
Comment, as is the routine. Be creative. Make me giggle.

ETA: Obviously, if you're already ON my flist, you need not ask and/or beg to be added. Thenkyew.

Best misheard lyrics amongst my nearest and dearest:

Pearl Jam: Glorified G

What is actually said: Glorified version of a pellet gun
What I now hear always: Gloried virgin, I'm a pelican

Depeche Mode: Enjoy The Silence

What is actually said: Pleasures remain, so does the pain
What I now hear always: Pleasures remain, soldiers burping

There are hundreds more, but those are my faves.

How about you guys? Discuss.

[uh, real entry, like, maybe, eventually]

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

In other news:

Logitech wireless controller: Thumbs up! It's lovely to not have to drag a 200lb La-Z-Boy into the middle of the room to play video games.

Nightmare Before Christmas: Oogie's Revenge: The PERFECT balance of challenging and simplistic. I progress quickly! I am occasionally confused but eventually figure things out! shut_up_pappy helps! Though, if I hear the words "soul robber" once more time, I may have to hurt something.

Stolen from a couple of you.

January: The only way to truly balance out all the weirdness in that particular brand is by watching a Ukranian eat 8lbs of mayonnaise in 4 minutes. That'll pretty much wipe out any thought on contact.

February: But um, for the record? And not to be dramatic? This is really, really shaping up to possibly be the worst year of my life. In fact, it might already be, and it's February 1st. [...FORESHADOWING!]

March: With the amount of hair pulling I've been doing, I estimate I'll be bald before my 23rd birthday. [...NOT SO MUCH.]

April: 5. A shred of my former moxie, 2 teaspoons of my former will to live, 1/4 cup of my former patience, and 6 spritzes of my belief that things are worth fighting for
6. Um...a mountain of cabbages, and a radiator (like Rwanda, my infrastructure's fucked)

May: The amount of television I've been watching has basically made me retarded. I would decree to change this bad habit but, uh, I don't wanna. Not just yet.

June: I think I may need an amputation, or something. At least a cocktail

July: Maybe I'll just run away and join the circus.

August: I still have to buy furniture that fits into my bedroom, the staff of U-Haul is comprised of total fuckheads, and life without a coffee pot is no life at all.

September: (Still wish I could shake off this funk. Still understand that a 7 month funk is probably not something anyone is capable of shaking off.)

October: I continue to be amazed and horrified at my own realizations. I consider every new day as a sort of doomed potential of what I'm going to think next. Life continues to hurl curve balls that never quite fail to miss the sore bits.

November: The world is a significantly darker place without her in it.

December: Nothing worth reviewing. My life continues to suck.


To sum up: WHAT A CRAP YEAR, YOU GUYS. Fuck 2005. Fuck it right in it's stupid fucking eye.

I have to do my laundry.

I spent about 3 hours playing The Sims.

And here's some photos of the new kitten.

Meet Hijinx:

She looks mostly retarded in this one, but is actually quite sharp.

( + a bunch of kitty love )

Also put my tree up Friday, because I thought it might make me feel better. Which it did. For about half hour. Then I resumed moping.

SO. F'N. BORED. Why? Because it's a goddamn federal holiday and everyone is off but us.

Anybody want to play Scrabble?

Leave email address in comments.

The clock continues to tick, despite my absolute surety that time stopped existing.
My throat is killing me. One of the few things anchoring me, possibly.

I still can't sleep.
I'm still keeping it together.
I still don't know how.

Thank you for your words.
Thank you for your thoughts.
Thank you for the hugs.
Thank you for the food.
Thank you for the flowers.
Thank you for keeping me so occupied with saying thank you that I don't have time to fall apart.

It didn't look like her. But then again, it never does.

(and for the record, Yoko, the dog, died Friday night. he followed her everywhere, and this was no different.)

Listening to the "90's Alternative" station on XM for reasons I can't quite explain, I'm reminded of my favorite SP related quote ever:

"Man, fuck Smashing Pumpkins. No, forget that, fuck Corgan. That guy's a fucking tosser. Mellon Collie and what, motherfucker? Mellon Collie and the fucking Infinite Drink Coaster."

I miss Giovanni.

OI! DEADBEAT LANDLORDS AT BOTH HOME & OFFICE: TURN ON THE FUCKING HEAT.

That is all.

You ask: Hey, Dani. How was The Historian?

I answer: Well. Long. Good, but long. And the first two thirds of Bulgaria made me want to stick my hand in battery acid just to feel something. Otherwise, I don't regret picking it up, really.

You ask: And what are you doing up at 4:30 in the morning anyway?

I answer: Getting through Bulgaria.

Fair enough.

create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.

...I should probably look into getting off the east coast more often. Or ever.

1. Open a music player.
2. Go to 'all music'/'library'.
3. Hit shuffle/repeat/randomise.
4. Find photos of the first dozen artists/bands that come up (no repeats and no cheating).
5. Have people guess who the artists/bands are.
6. Paste this in your journal and do it too, so I can have fun guessing as well!

( silly, silly memes )

I know, 'dango. I know.

http://www.furrydolphin.net/furry-dict.html



furitan n.
1. A Furry fan who is not interested in any sexual content.
2. One who actively opposes sexual content. (See Burned Fur)


Oh.
My.
God.

They have a dictionary.

The world may just be officially ending.

Discovering that this store has a website was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me.

(That right there? You like that? That's a special kind of flip, just for you guys.)

I bought this for Jae's belated birthday present:



and this for...well, because I liked it.



Just terrible.

---

I got pulled into a semantic argument between two, I don't know, Something's this morning while waiting for a bus. I say 'Something's' because GOD IT WAS EARLY and I was WAITING FOR A BUS. Clearly, I was in no position to note the details. So Thing #1 is all:

"Hey, eck-scoose me miss, miss, misss? MISS?"

"WHAT. What do you want."

"No one believes me that the word 'hyper-bowl' exists. Do you know what it means?"

Blink. "Hyper-bowl?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"...do you mean HYPERBOLE?"

"What?"

"Looks like 'hyper-bowl', pronounced like 'high-PER-bo-lee.'"

"OHHHH, no shit, for real?"

"Yes. And when someone says "You're dumber than a ton of fucking bricks," well, that's what they're saying."

Point: who wants to drive me to work in the morning? I will chip in for your delicious-$3.99-a-gallon gas.

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Also, when giddily tracking your new laptop only to discover it's been in Shanghai for 3 days, be prepared to be really, really sad.

If I don't have an ulcer by the time I'm 25, I will be very, very surprised.

Still alive.

Just saying.

Other than that, I've got fuckall.

Vegas, baby, Vegas (pictures)

I can't guarantee when JoE will publish his, but he's got all the drunken HTS half-costume ones. Heh.