frankmask

Things I did today:

1. Received my official "Pimp Ninja" badge, ninja stars, and pimp hat. I am now certified to stalk the night administering justice from the shadows while wearing leopard print fur coats.

2. Played with a fat stack of Cash. I learned that Tip Share means that I actually get physical, touchable, huggable cash at the end of the day. I had...
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Dear Everybody,

It's the fucking Apocaplyse. I'm not getting out of bed today unless the dead rise and seek the feast on the flesh of the living. I don't care if a giant beetle with the face of a man arises from the sands of Mecca to proclaim the end, I don't care if Loki unleashes the Fenris Wolf and it devours the All Father,...
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The Devotchkas rock. Polka-Pop-Rock-Opera-In-Spanish-FTW!

I am no longer miserable about my B-day, because it is no longer my B-day, good fucking riddence.

Instead, it is Otoki's B-day. Go wish her happy birthday!

I'm really not a fan of birthdays,

So... It's my birthday in about twenty six minutes. Technically, I suppose, it's by birthday in about three hours and fifty six minutes. And if you really want to get technical my ass was conceived twenty one years and nine months ago. Unfortunately the design phase was a bit rushed so the prototype production model didn't have most of the cool features (Sun roof, super...
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Grr. I was supposed to swap shifts with a co-worker so that I could hang out at the ren fair all day on Saturday, but he hasn't gotten back to me to let me know if he can work my Saturday, so now I'm sitting here with my metaphorical dick in my hands (My actual dick has so much potential energy that it has to...
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The Renn faire is on Saturday. As such, I will be spending the rest of the day making, repairing, and modifying faire gear.

PS - My birthday is also on saturday. Send boobies.

My view on growing up and moving out of the house is that there might be fucking tigers out there. My contract doesn't say anything about fighting tigers. Now, if you need me I'll be under my bed, hiding from the reality of the situation. Hold my calls.

New profile pic. I was playing around with some make up I picked up at Goth In The Box (Hot Topic) and I just had to post the results.

Because they're fucking hilarious.

Pants are out. Skirts are in. Join the revolution.

Wiggum. Kizbah. Squash. Woomera.

I have contracted martian death flu. Deep inside my body superheated reactions are occuring, fueled by CLIF bars and years of excessive porn consumption. Soon my skin will slough off, revealing glistening black chitin and murderous razor sharp claws. But with my skin will go my mind, and all that will remain of me will be my snappy fashion sense and propensity to dance in...
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