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Baaha. Yes. The third slide is cut off and I know exactly what it says.

So I've thought about this a little. Mostly when I just had my head upside down in the sink -- can't choose these times. ;/ And, okay. This might rub you the wrong way, because it's just one of those things, but fuck.

Well, first I just wanted to say that while it's obvious you were frustrated that people were trying to paint you into a swatch on the political spectrum, the fact is that what you are talking about and just the sheer color of your convictions is a liberal [brace yourself] agenda [don't swing]. Now, -obviously- you draw zero motivation from this, so it's not what I'm saying -- but the nature of your fight is political. It is. So I say liberal with a lower-case l. Not capital.

This has been one of my biggest [I don't know the word for this] .. .. .. frustrations lately -- that when people think "politics," they think of the dirt and grime. It's synonymous now -- for manipulation. They think Washington and suits and scandal. But I think of what you are talking about instead, and I think about the struggle and the people who push through. I am a progressive, and so naturally I think of the forward motion. The rest is a side-effect of the illness but it is possible to keep your people and your conviction at your sides, and you just muscle through it, because all of the noise will always be there. Conservative thought will always be there. Clinging to broken pieces and smiling wide. These people can seldom even be reasoned with.

I find it somewhat odd that you are so driven in this and so ambivalent regarding politics, and that's because I don't know you well at all and it could be for any reason -- it's not mine to judge. So you may choose to circumvent that entire "scene" intentionally, go through other routes .. but really, it would be a huge vehicle for you, since part of its base is built around social programs and how to improve these conditions. Not on a large scale, since that's where things get sketchy and money gets lost. But where you can really get dig in .. Things are so broken, and so desperate -- and its where you could find these like-minded, forward thinking people. Who would tear things up with you.

Okay. That one .. I meant to be a message. But the damage is done. x_x;

Bring Me the Disco King! That song follows me everywhere.

Goodness, now it won't be out of my head for at least two weeks.

I don't know -- it really seems like the only version I've ever heard? Hmm. Makes me wonder if I've ever heard the "original."

Trying to think of an original thought is hard. Did you ever used to do that when you were little? Like, think of the most random, complicated string of things and be like "THERE. No one has ever come up with that. .. >>; no. Someone probably has. -Resigned sigh.-"

Kind of the same, kind of not. I hear of things all the time that I thought were my own concept when I was little -- I mean, they were my own concept. But they apparently always existed, or are now being marketed or something. And it's kind of weird. My biggie-invention? Reincarnation. Yep. I penned that one myself when I was five or six. At church camp, no less. No one was super thrilled.

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I just walked away for ten minutes and almost navigated away from this page without sending.

Anyway, nice picture change -- but I can't tell your eye color. ;]

Very curious about this cooking skill. May be jealousy. Or maybe you can toss me an easy beginners recipe .. as, at the moment, I'm eating melted cheese and black olives .. and sliced ham. All mashed together with no reason. :/

Jeez. You put so much information in this. It's tempting me to go alphabet-format and respond to everything, but I'm resisting. Resisting. Resisting.

I once [and never again] went ten times in one twenty-four hour period, sex-wise. I am pretty sure after number five or six, we were both at least mildly disinterested, if not annoyed by nine and ten. Haha. Ugh.

Well Caledonia, I have two candidates. The kind I was really too young for sharp details on, and the kind that was recent enough it feels weird to put it in those kind of terms. But I'll chew on them a little tomorrow during work tomorrow and see.

Arrgh, and I want to go to sleep now, but I want to ask about the facepalm-status. Hmph. Curiosity. ;/

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Okaysleepwinsbye.

Sounds brilliant.

I only vaguely remember even hearing of Ninja Assassin [and getting about three friends who were OMGSOOOOPUMPED, all of the dude-variety, and so being a self-respecting female .. I had to scoff each time, and scoff hard]. I mean.. Just the name. It sounds like a parody. Actually, as I typed that, I paused for longer than I should have .. because I'm not entirely sure it's not. Which would make me sound really stupid. I'll risk it.

Now, when you mention holding your eyes to a glowing red stove top burner. Have you ever watched Happy Tree Friends?

Moving on.

My eyes are actually mostly dark green I'm pretty sure, but lighting will hit occasionally and make them yellowish or creepy or glow-y, as with any. Regardless, hell, I'm just glad you said green. Part of my reason for asking is that someone on here was once like "Dude, I didn't know you had purple eyes." And. I really have nothing else to say on that one, as I didn't then. Worse was the time my then-boyfriend who I'd been dating for maybe a year, maybe two, and either way beyond -this- error .. said something about me having beautiful brown eyes. And my rule is, if you don't know .. why make it detailed. I meeeannnn, really.

I obviously wasn't putting you to the test on that one like "OH YEAH WELL THEN WHAT ARE THEY" because you have photo-references, but also people tell me sometimes they're brown or whatever. ANYWAY, I like having green eyes. I think they're green. I was starting to think I was the only one who thought so.

I am Irish and English. I just found out the English part from a complete stranger about two years ago.

I grew up checking "Pacific Islander" on proficiency testing at school, every year, because I lived briefly in the Philippines. I also thought I was Italian because my family lived in Italy before me, and spoke Italian and made lots of Italian food at get-togethers and holidays.

But, nope.

Alcohol and salt water. It's like the ultimate healing concoction.. megastrength. Did you puke? ;] The other day I accidentally put sugar-free maple syrup into my coffee because I thought it was caramel, and sucked it down hard. And I managed to not throw up JUST .. I mean, like narrowly escaped it for the next hour. But I was walking carefully for a while. I think mostly it was the "wtf" factor. Instant rejection.

I didn't intend to reply to everything, as I'm leaving for work in a second. But .. look'it that. Speed racer.

Oh. I actually missed Dexter. So I just shifted my anxieties. You are off the hook.

Eeek, no. Jeez. Season five has to be -the- worst place to pick up.. So much behind it. I mean, but I think it will come through for you -- and if you do watch it, I want full feedback.

This is pretty much giving me anxiety just thinking about it. If you're going to lose your Dex-cherry, you have to start at the beginning [read: if I had it on DVD I would even send it to you to watch -- it's that critical]. ;/



But I suppose maybe it's too late. Apparently you watched the spoiler. It's all ruined now. Pfft.

And PS.

a.] My dino-skinned tummy is just a healing tattoo. Scabby area, etc. It actually all washed off after soaking in the bath later .. so, no more. Until next Saturday when I go back to add some color. Which I don't really want to think about yet. Sigh. But anyway, nothing -actually- substantially weird going on there. Just looked sick for a bit.

So obviously -- photo op.

b.] Same color eyes. So what's your nationality? And what color eyes are you saying I have? I have a reason for asking. I'm also not sure where you looked to see this. Different pictures could look different, I suppose.

c.] Salty mojitos. I have actually never made one, though I was asked two nights ago for the first time [no mint -- typical].

I had something else to say.