Today in: How I'm not a Grown-Up
It happens that when one has a surplus of plastic toys that do not go in a vag, that one of said toys would be staring at one furtively, impassively, and somewhat homicidally. Obey my turtle!
P.S. I just woke up which is why I look like I've died and incarnated as a hobo.
When I was little, I imagined that my toys were jealous of one another and would kill me in my sleep if I didn't give them equal attention (which is why I had a>a bitch-ton of toys in my bed and b>a circulating roster of cuddlees.) I was a cuddle-slut.
I still sleep with a teddy bear as though I'm not a grown-assed person. All of my current stuffed animals have philosopher and linguist names so I cuddle Socrates all night even though he is pretty much a total wreck after untold years of being cuddled and thrown about. The cats won't go near Chomsky (fox). Upon seeing him, Jimmy bows up (which is quite a feat at a mean 25 lbs) and Lucy fucks off. I posit, therefore, that it is possible that I was a cat as a child. <--surreal not crazy
Today is reconnoitering day. I have to plan a number of things (work, school, house) and, though I will likely not get much actually planned today, I am sober and awake so I'm making a start. I will probably go swimming in the stead of actually accomplishing too much. Can't go around being too awesome.
On an ENTIRELY unrelated note: I'm tired of fuckers using the seemingly bizarre (unprecidented) nature of Quantum Physics to "prove" hippie shit. String theory has parallel dimensions in theory but that doesn't mean that God loves you and that you are a very special and important person. That "what the bleep" movie lied to you. Just because there are uncountable anomalies in nature does not signify that one of those anomalies MUST verify your need for immortality and/or import. Everything is beautiful enough without meaning anything.
On an even-more-entirely-unrelated note: I think I'm drinking too much iced tea. I made around 30948290384 trips to the bathroom last night, each involving 45808345 cc's. Tea is good, however, and I'm telling myself that peeing more than I thought I could've possible had to drink in a day is healthy in a "mmm diuretic" way. Dehydration, baby! This is worse than any of my lemon kicks (I really love lemons. I really do NOT love lemon-parties.)
Yay! I have a War song stuck in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRGd0gD0QNE
and a The Korgis song as covered by Beck .. somehow.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIVh8Mu1a4Q&feature=relatedv=ZXwvW8bjJ8k
Maybe a peppy song/depressing song equilibrium I didn't know about.
I wish I could dance like this guy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bAN7Ts0xBo&feature=related
Post-script FTW:
My best-friend Matt's boyfriend Jose just sent me pictures from their trip here last september and they're all fucking hysterical. This one wreaks of "what are you doing?!"
and...
"We're just too cool to even exist anymore."
It happens that when one has a surplus of plastic toys that do not go in a vag, that one of said toys would be staring at one furtively, impassively, and somewhat homicidally. Obey my turtle!
P.S. I just woke up which is why I look like I've died and incarnated as a hobo.
When I was little, I imagined that my toys were jealous of one another and would kill me in my sleep if I didn't give them equal attention (which is why I had a>a bitch-ton of toys in my bed and b>a circulating roster of cuddlees.) I was a cuddle-slut.
I still sleep with a teddy bear as though I'm not a grown-assed person. All of my current stuffed animals have philosopher and linguist names so I cuddle Socrates all night even though he is pretty much a total wreck after untold years of being cuddled and thrown about. The cats won't go near Chomsky (fox). Upon seeing him, Jimmy bows up (which is quite a feat at a mean 25 lbs) and Lucy fucks off. I posit, therefore, that it is possible that I was a cat as a child. <--surreal not crazy
Today is reconnoitering day. I have to plan a number of things (work, school, house) and, though I will likely not get much actually planned today, I am sober and awake so I'm making a start. I will probably go swimming in the stead of actually accomplishing too much. Can't go around being too awesome.
On an ENTIRELY unrelated note: I'm tired of fuckers using the seemingly bizarre (unprecidented) nature of Quantum Physics to "prove" hippie shit. String theory has parallel dimensions in theory but that doesn't mean that God loves you and that you are a very special and important person. That "what the bleep" movie lied to you. Just because there are uncountable anomalies in nature does not signify that one of those anomalies MUST verify your need for immortality and/or import. Everything is beautiful enough without meaning anything.
On an even-more-entirely-unrelated note: I think I'm drinking too much iced tea. I made around 30948290384 trips to the bathroom last night, each involving 45808345 cc's. Tea is good, however, and I'm telling myself that peeing more than I thought I could've possible had to drink in a day is healthy in a "mmm diuretic" way. Dehydration, baby! This is worse than any of my lemon kicks (I really love lemons. I really do NOT love lemon-parties.)
Yay! I have a War song stuck in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRGd0gD0QNE
and a The Korgis song as covered by Beck .. somehow.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIVh8Mu1a4Q&feature=relatedv=ZXwvW8bjJ8k
Maybe a peppy song/depressing song equilibrium I didn't know about.
I wish I could dance like this guy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bAN7Ts0xBo&feature=related
Post-script FTW:
My best-friend Matt's boyfriend Jose just sent me pictures from their trip here last september and they're all fucking hysterical. This one wreaks of "what are you doing?!"
and...
"We're just too cool to even exist anymore."
I have had my lip pierced since I was 22 or 23, i forget. I've always kept a hoop in it, it's a labret piercing, but I think the ball on the bottom lip looks cheap and n00bie, unless it's off to the side, which is kinda cute on some guys and gals. But that's just me. I like the continuous hoop look, but i have a captive in it right now in case I had to take it out for a job. xo
I definitely agree about the center hoop thing as it makes it more of a lip ring and less of a random hole in your face (says philtrum-girl.)
My lower lip juts out just enough to be highlighted unattractively by the lip ring thing though I think they're so pretty. It's interesting to me which peircings survive trial and error. I had lusted after a verticle labret for ages before finally getting it done and the combination of being unattractive and feeling like I had been on the losing end of a fist fight made me take the thing out one night. Your lip proper circulates a fair amount of blood and a metal rod through it lends to unpleasant throbbing, I think. Yours is way cute so I covet your particular arrangement of features. No big shocker there. I may try snakebites or a single off-center lip piercing as atleast then it wouldn't be at the apex of my lip swell or through my sensitive lip flesh. That was hot, wasn't it.