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*insert e-veel growly-death-metal voices*

HAPPEEEE FUCKIN' BIIIIRFDAYYYEEEE evilshell!!!

GrrraRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!


tee!hee!

Hope it is a wonderful, fantabulous kinda day!!!
((({{{HUGZ*n*SMOOCHES*n*NIBBLZ*n*SHTUFF!!!}}})))

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Today was the kind of day where I seriously thought that no one could touch my joy nor take it away.

My boss tried, and all but succeeded until I made a comment about how my goal in life was to be a "good girl," and get the rewarding pat-on-the-head from my master, like an obedient dog.

He called later and apologized.
heh

I hid in the office tonight, mostly. I need to withdraw myself a bit from the work-deal. I mean, getting so stressed that I bust a vessel in my eyeball can't mean anything good.

Almost had tornadoes...no go though. Too bad...might have made the night more interesting.

Came home to bad bass, Meg Lee Chin wailing on my stereo and wraptboy painting like a fool. I noticed one of his projects from this evening is rather phallic, in that not-circumcised kinda way, no less.

I think I hurt is head.

We meandered our ways towards Lincoln Park Pub to shoot pool and drink quickly...too many words = 1:45 A.M. Holy shite...I notice I have been up much too long, and my body starts deteriorating into mush and lethargy. Must....guzzle...Red...Stripe.....*gulp!*

There is an Uber-Pudmeister in the vicinity, trying to be suave and fabulous but failing miseraly; he says, "hey baby, how's it going?" I give him one-word answers and excuse myself.

I just wanna play pool, dammit. Lose myself in something that is really inconsequential to my life. But the music stops, so i wander toward the jukebox...

It's all about the Jukebox, baby

In walks bladernr, Todd (the guy who plays with the Cleveland Symphony - very cool creature. I think I could learn a lot from him if it weren't for the strict social context in which we know each other), who immediately mentions how good I smell. I was not prepared for the compliment, but thank him with a forced smile (I am tired, dammit!) and try to ask him for a suggestion on the jukebox, but he walks away. HRMPH! well, not really, but it was kind of a disappointment.

I stand making my selections carefully...the music one shoots pool to is integral to the game, at least to MY game. But then all these nimrods start flocking around me..."Play THAT! No, wait! Play THAT!!!"

I tell them that when their money is in the machine, i will play their music. but for now, it's my two dollars, so fuck off.

They ignore me, as any drunkard might. *sigh!*

Still words words words...I begin punching in mellow music, that which will soothe me considerably, but definitely annoy the shite outta these idiots. They keep yelling in my ears till finally I burst:

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE< AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY SPACE???!!!"

I pushed my way through them as I finished, and managed to play the worst game of pool I have ever played in my entire life.

I recall bladernr and his friends, now consisting of another, obviously drunk-as-hayel Ed-guy, talking about chic's racks. I take a glance at what they are looking at, and then consider the situation, trying to put myself in their shoes: The girl had NOTHIN' goin' on up there, let alone upon her chest. I looked their way, meeting one of the guy's eyes, and laughed a bit. He blushed, and they wandered off into the night.

Walked the dog upon returning to Jawndomay. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, and now find myself in another late-night conversation with my oldest brother on AIM.

Of all my siblings, I wish he and I lived closer together. He is the person I should have idolized growing up. But, it didn't happen. So now we find ourselves in similar lives, ideas, etc. It's kind of nice to find that one of your five siblings likes you and has something significant in common with you.

The other four? Oh, don't even ask right now. It's too late/ early...you get it.

Hmm...sleep sounds like a plan.

OHHH!!! And my friend the Roman guy...his band is playing at the All-Star Indians Jamm thingamajig tomorrow night. I am not going...I have very little cash right now, which is another reason bars are bad for me, and would like to have gas money for the rest of the week.

eww!! My brother said that i need to take it easy on myself, like abide by my dad's philosophy (or so he says it's his):

"Don't sweat the petty stuff, pet the sweaty stuff"

EWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I am DONE for the night! ACK!!!!!

Stolen from angelhipster

Your date is very talented in art and music. You like a guy that treats you special rather than standard. Ordinary flowers just won't do! He will adore you from afar, but admire you up front. You like to date guys that are good with their hands and has a sense of humor. He's alittle shy, but you think that's cute.

this quiz was created by fallon find out your results here

I have to wonder how much more popular these LJers have become since this quiz came to fruition???

Ooooh, and lessee which girl...?

You like dating girls that are alittle shy, very cute and totally unique. She uses her mind more than anything, but is also very pretty. Sex is not important, you would rather snuggle her all night. You like secluded places, taking a moment to enjoy yourselves.. sometimes silence is good.

this quiz was created by fallon find out your results here

Perrrrteee!!

Cross-posted in abstractions for your dream-world pleasure!

I was in my old bedroom at my parent's house in Stow, OH. My room was dark, filled with incense and Mazzy Star's voice loudly echoing through the haze. I had a large amount of black eyeliner on, long shimmery and layered clothing, and was fumbling with some body jewelry on my dresser. It had been sitting in my blue fairy music box, right next to my old Sony stereo that i loved a great deal when it was still functioning properly.

A small white rat walked, no, skittered by. I think it was my old rat, Pixie. She was a doll IRL.

I began to take the jewelry out...a 6 guage barbell, to be exact; only one end had a ball on it though...the other kept changing from a disc to an o-ring.

This guy Todd walked in, blathering about something I cannot even begin to remember. I looked at him, sticking my tongue out, drooling down my front-side. I grabbed the barbell forcefully and shoved it through my 8-guage hole. It was a very sudden, aggressive move, my eyes wide-open, almost like I was being daring or trying to shock him. He kept on talking, and i placed the o-ring/ disc on the bottom-side of my tongue, wiping my saliva from my chin with my sleeve.

Todd kept on talking and talking...it was like a record skipping, his expression repeating itself over and over again.

I looked at him, then looked down; I was very fit, all but for the little belly protruding from beneath my gossamer clothing.

"I'm pregnant," I said to him.
He stopped, and his eyes got wide. "Holy SHIT!" he exclaimed, and went running from my room to spread the news.

I snuffed out some candles, blowing my breath though the smoke around me, almost playfully, and smiled.

A sprite whisked by, tickling the rat's nose.

I walked out of my room, and found ravenskuld crouched in the hallway like a gargoyle. His head had been down, but then he looked up, smirked a too-wise smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief and wisdom. I reached down to touch his cheek; he kissed the palm of my right hand as it reached, and then looked back at me and nodded.

I walked past him, touching my belly where the child lay peacefully...there was a music box playing inside the womb, and it made me happy to be walking with music inside of me.

I turned to go outside, and a light became blinding.

As i walked out fo the light, there was an Hispanic woman dancing with her large red and black skirts whirling about her...only, she was fierce, almost convulsing.

I woke to very sinister salsa music playing outside my window.