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This is both funny and sad at the same time: Who knows? Maybe proselytising is fun! I'll just start going around trying to /convert/ people, like I know everything and have the right to do such a thing! Why didn't I think of this before? Of /course/ my god wants unwilling converts! My eyes have been opened.

Just wait, the fluffies will be wailing about "ye burning times" any minute now.

On the non-humourous side, my stomach still feels crappy. I still thoroughly enjoyed my dinner of oven-fried chicken and lots of southern type side dishes, as well as this Carol Berg book, "Song of the Beast". Mmm, bardery and dragons! Tasty.

That's all I've got, for now. Someone, anyone, get online! Or maybe I'll just read some more...

Bwahahaha! I can't sleep, so it's time for today's humor: www.ragingrooster.com I think I'll make an account just to fuck with them. They have a section for "Complaints" on their forums, lessee what happens. Oh the Freudianity of it...Hey, I know! Instead of just outright having a dick measuring festival, let's fight birds that we shall call /cocks/ instead! LMAONADE! LOLERSKATES! And lastly, ROFLCOPTERS! The sad thing is, there's only a few people at the site, so I'll be unable to start a really good flamewar...as if a battle with drunken retarded rednecks is ever exactly high caliber debate.

Man, today has been a day for shit you just don't see normally. Superman flavored icecream, rabbit shows, badly dubbed One Piece...I'm sure there was something else but I don't remember it.

I went to ER for my urinary infection or whatever...just waited a few hours and then got a prescription for antibiotics. They didn't make me go through the whole "Are you pregnant? Are you /sure/ you're not pregnant?" rigamarole this time though, I was really dreading that. They usually pull that crap when I go in to the doctor, no matter what for. Sort of like the nurse at college that supposedly gave out condoms to you no matter what you go in for, but I never experienced that firsthand. Does no one but me find things like that slightly offensive?

Why do I keep reading Bash.org? It's more gross than funny...but when it's funny, it's pretty good.

Gah, it's Sunday, another day that Kenny will be at home. I can just sleep all day, so it's not like it matters. That's it, I'm going to bed.

And now for today's humor: http://www.livejournal.com/users/wickedthought/389130.html Heeheehee. Imagine that, a woman politician, against her own rights.

There are few things more depressing than listening to The Real Folk Blues, for some reason. And this peach is decidedly unripe.

Finished Rose Red today; it was meh-ily creepy. Scary movies can't affect me too badly; it's books that do it. Lovecraft broke my sanity, finishing the work that Stephen King started. That damned clown has had me frightened of bath rooms most of my life now. I was such a sensitive child; I remember never moving into my toooootally sweet room, because I was convinced it was...cursed or something. Because a spider would perpetually manifest in one corner of the ceiling. Perfectly normal place for a spider, but try telling that to my skittish ass. And then turning on the light caused a fuse to blow or something, so I was having none of it.

Mom just pulled a Triforce off the dog's ear. I'm concerned. Actually it's just a little...green...triangle...jewel-thingy. Hmmm.

We're experiencing doggy discipline problems or something; I don't think the ebil demon recognizes his hierarchical place. He's plenty submissive, at least to me, but he snaps if I mess with his brother. I don't know if he's being protective or jealous; but he did it last night and I pushed him away, which made him snap harder. He was ignored and in-trouble for the rest of the night, and now he seems to be sulking. I'll walk them both tomorrow, that reinforces their place I think.

I was surfing around BMEzine and somehow made it over to a really nice body jewelery site; unfortunately it's UK, so all the measurements are in metric and the payment method's in pounds. They ship to the States for cheap, though, less than most Ebay things ship for, and their merchandise is very reasonably priced as well. Check this out: My Dream Labret I'm not really good with metric, but I /think/ that 8mm would be the correct length. It's already the correct gauge, 14 or 1.6mm in metric, which is standard for labrets. The ball's a little small, but it can be changed out, albeit not with any that I currently have, since mine all have external treads. And then there's this option here:
A bio-compatible, non-irritating labret. I need that last one terribly; my current isn't uncomfortable per se, but I worry that it will damage my teeth accidentally someday. This PTFE one even comes internally threaded, though since they're flexible I suppose either type would work. Would rather not have to trim it though, so internal treads is probably best. I'm rather undecided on which I would prefer to have; probably the PTFE one, but since I have no money it's not terribly important.

Speaking of Ebay, I have found the joy that is surfing through sales of Stephen R. Donaldson books. It never occurred to me until now that they have newer books as well as old collectable ones, but they do. All five Gap books starting at five bucks, and the same books singly for cheap. I've never been able to find the last three in book stores, and had all but despaired of doing so. Still can't find an Atlas of the Land on there, though; that would be the kind of thing for which I sell my first-born children. I still lack a copy of Illearth War, too, as well as both books of short stories and all The Man Who books, but I don't really care about that series. Neeeeed an Illearth War though, and I think I saw a stand-alone Gilden Fire on there the other day...I should swing over to KW and see what's going on.

I desperately want to finish 1984, but I can't seem to get to the library...I hope I don't owe them money. I don't /think/ I do. But you never know. I could use a lot of other stuff to read, too. Too much intarweb is unhealthy.

Speaking of unhealthy, there are FIREANTS in the gods-forsaken sink. They come out with the cold water; I fail to see how this is possible, but it's nasty and creepy and...I don't want to think about taking a shower tomorrow. Thankfully our water heater is so pussified I could shower under straight hot water, thus eliminating the ants, but I would prefer a cool shower, what with the heat and living in a metal box and all. This place...just amazes me with its ability to fall apart and do weird shit. A mouse? In the OVEN? And we have how many cats? Well, none in the oven, but still. WTF? I never questioned the fact that our well-water is probably unpotable, but now I know it to be true. Here's some advice for everyone: Never. Move. Outside. City. Limits. Oh well...

*wanders off to surf random things some more*

----
Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
my beautiful.

Tiptoe to your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream
And you never knew.

Sing for absolution,
I will be singing,
Falling from your grace

There's no-where left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die

Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful.

Sing for absolution
I will be singing,
falling from your grace

Our wrongs remain unrectified
and our souls won't be exhumed

Yay, I got a spacer today. It's all clear and weird...also, it lacks a flatback, for which my mouth thanks me. I'm a little worried about sleeping in it, but I may as well test it out. It was only three bucks anyway, so even if I swallow it or something horrific, I won't really care.

Hah, this is some funny shizzle: http://www.rinkworks.com/said/warnings.shtml I remember my ps2 manual said not to bathe with the Playstation, and even had a little pic of a bathtub with a giant ps2 floating above it, circle-slashed. *shakes head* WTF, people. You know, that means someone bathed with a ps2, for that warning to exist. What the hell were you thinking? Even if you don't understand the entirely unprofessional manner in which electricity and water interact, to what purpose did you even think to put it in your bathwater anyway? Was it dirty? Did you think a nice bubble bath and a soothing session of GTA would calm your poor jangly nerves? I'm very confused. But I want to find my ps2 manual now and look at the pic again. Maybe I hallucinated the whole thing. Cuz I was so impressionable in 12th grade.

Hooray for banana splits. Yes, that's all.

Hmm, you know what? It just occurred to me that there might be fanfiction for EVERYTHING I could possibly imagine somewhere out there on the intarweb. Office Space, Jim Carey/Oprah Winfrey, Barney the Dinosaur, you name it. I'm willing to bet someone my chopsticks that any conceivable fanfiction exists. I stumbled upon some Secret Garden fics the other day. No kidding. The internet is like one of those bazaars in Conan the Barbarian fantasy novels; you can find any weird shit that pops into your head. Just search "veiled belly dancers" on ebay or something, trust me.

That's it, I just mentioned Jim Carey slash fic. I'm going to bed right the fuck now, before my mind gets any weirder. I shouldn't even be able to come up with shit like that. I scared myself, and now I'm going back underground for six weeks because it's winter or something.