strep throat FTL! and on a beautiful saturday too. goddamnit. -watches weekend plans scatter- oh well. edy's frozen fruit bars and tv and intarwebs it is. 
yeah it was weird. i felt kinda dopey and just generally "off" yesterday. had a slight tickle in my throat but i figured it was allergies. then last night a bunch of us went out to this really neat local bar. i was drinking at the same pace i usually do, but rather than get drunk, i just got more and more tired. until a little after midnight when i stole the keys to my rides truck and completely assed out in the passenger seat with the doors unlocked. [he said to me later on, "you didn't even wake up when we got into the car. anybody could've easily opened the door and killed you." good to know that i literally sleep like the dead.] and when i got up this morning, i had two speckled golf balls in the back of my throat. damn! i am very lucky to live across the street from an inexpensive clinic.
last night i had a zombie dream. yes, it was the zombie invasion. only the zombies were sort of weak and lame, and all i had to do to keep them at bay was flick a towel in their general direction. then they would sort've shuffle off in another direction, a la first level video game monsters. lulz
the rest of the dream was kind of ethereal. lots of film noir style imagery. like one minute i'd be sitting on the edge of some tall art deco building looking down at the street below, and then suddenly i'd be running through a giant dirt field in nothing but a nightgown. it was always night though, with thunderstorms brewing, and i was always alone and feeling freaked out about not having any sort of purse or supplies or anything on me.
dunno.
can't sleep well when i'm sick.
i hope my snoring and tossing and turning and whatnot didn't disturb you.
in a spate of boredom and what-the-hell-edness, i posted a photo album on here with some of my old set pictures on it. it's really weird now to think that i spent the better part of three years trying to become an sg. at the time i could never quite figure out what i was doing wrong. but looking at it all now, it seems obvious- my sets kinda sucked. lol! i don't photograph that well, my posing is uninspired, and my themes needed some tweaking. (well, except for band camp. i stand firmly behind that set. i think it's the best of the bunch.) so there ya go. i'm throwing a bone for all the random people who tell me they miss my butt.
honestly it is really weird for me to look at naked pics of myself now. i was enjoying how all the random creepers left me alone once i was no longer a nudie mcnakerson.
anyway...someone come bring me snacks and entertainment!
yeah it was weird. i felt kinda dopey and just generally "off" yesterday. had a slight tickle in my throat but i figured it was allergies. then last night a bunch of us went out to this really neat local bar. i was drinking at the same pace i usually do, but rather than get drunk, i just got more and more tired. until a little after midnight when i stole the keys to my rides truck and completely assed out in the passenger seat with the doors unlocked. [he said to me later on, "you didn't even wake up when we got into the car. anybody could've easily opened the door and killed you." good to know that i literally sleep like the dead.] and when i got up this morning, i had two speckled golf balls in the back of my throat. damn! i am very lucky to live across the street from an inexpensive clinic.
last night i had a zombie dream. yes, it was the zombie invasion. only the zombies were sort of weak and lame, and all i had to do to keep them at bay was flick a towel in their general direction. then they would sort've shuffle off in another direction, a la first level video game monsters. lulz
the rest of the dream was kind of ethereal. lots of film noir style imagery. like one minute i'd be sitting on the edge of some tall art deco building looking down at the street below, and then suddenly i'd be running through a giant dirt field in nothing but a nightgown. it was always night though, with thunderstorms brewing, and i was always alone and feeling freaked out about not having any sort of purse or supplies or anything on me.
dunno.
can't sleep well when i'm sick.
i hope my snoring and tossing and turning and whatnot didn't disturb you.
in a spate of boredom and what-the-hell-edness, i posted a photo album on here with some of my old set pictures on it. it's really weird now to think that i spent the better part of three years trying to become an sg. at the time i could never quite figure out what i was doing wrong. but looking at it all now, it seems obvious- my sets kinda sucked. lol! i don't photograph that well, my posing is uninspired, and my themes needed some tweaking. (well, except for band camp. i stand firmly behind that set. i think it's the best of the bunch.) so there ya go. i'm throwing a bone for all the random people who tell me they miss my butt.
honestly it is really weird for me to look at naked pics of myself now. i was enjoying how all the random creepers left me alone once i was no longer a nudie mcnakerson.
anyway...someone come bring me snacks and entertainment!
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the_deacon:
I feel your pain!
jadeangel:
I misses you! Come hang out! 