VW, I got your books today, and they are made of awesome! I've never read most of the Pratchett's so I will be borrowing from my own library!

YAY!

And, I hope you had someone big, helpful boy carry those boxes!

I shanghaied a burly student.

I cannot bring myself to believe that a 24 inch dildo is pathetic.

A 24-inch dildo is not a dildo; it's a femur.

ION, I have been inked. It's pretty, and once the bandage is off (an hour or so), I'll take a picture. But my digital camera is broken, so I'm using an old film camera (film? what is this 'film'?), so all y'all will have to wait.

Parts of it hurt like I was being sliced open with a red-hot knife, and I almost yelled STOP!!! several times. But I didn't. And parts of it were just annoying, like....well, like being poked unbelievably rapidly with tiny needles. (Imagine that!)

And I am now massively endorphin-buzzed and about to take a nap from the adrenalin crash.

I just put the patchwork quilt I spent the afternoon tying into the washer. It started out in life as a comforter cover. But eventually the comforter, whose sad fadedness was the reason for the cover to begin with, died. So I got some batting and tied just around the edges at first, procrastinating on the rest of it. Then after a while, much cat hair collected on it, and I desired to launder it. So I guilted myself about finishing it. And finally I got off my butt and did something about it. Yay, me. I deserve pizza and ice cream, right?

Trudy, I hope the tests go well today and the fuzziness wanes so you can call and talk to him. That will make you *both* feel better.

KB, I just want to give you a hug. A big one.

I shanghaied a burly student.

Teppy, is the illustration a secret until we see pictures, or is it what you talked about long ago, and/or may I please have spoilers?

But fuck. IT'S SIX MONTHS LATER. Took them six months to let me know the fucking thing "bounced" and OF COURSE it's the day after I had to pull $300 out of my ass for the PITA cat.

Oh sheesh, Aimee.

I'm doing it tonight! I just got back from Walgreen's with the "My shit is fucked" special. Smokes, haircolor and sleeping pills.

Sweet! What color did you get?

I drank more than my weight in scotch from Sat to Mon. Saturday was good drinking Sunday and Monday were pathetic drown your sorrows drinking.

Ugh. The good drinking is fun. The other is just not. Did they drown temporarily, at least?

Also, I put my hand through a glass pane Sunday night (I did think it was solid wood. Still stupid, but oddly cathartic.

You aren't shouting, "Don't walk away from me, bitch," at random moments (more random than regular than we can blame on fandom Tourette's), are you? 'Cause that last bit sounds suspiciously like spiritual possession via teenaged boy who can't handle his liquor.

IE, "When they find my corpse, at least my hair will look good."

My Nana had her hair done, and got a facial and a lip wax, something like four days before she died. And she wasn't even southern.

First day of school.

(gronk)

I can't (gronk) much, though. Need to think about tomorrow.

It went... okay. I mean, I rambled more than I'd like, but nothing worse that that. Hopefully I'll be able to curtail that as we get to actual math stuff. And at least I rambled about educational things! (It's a feature!)

I briefly had a date tonight, with one of the internet flirtation girls I've been trying to meet up with physically for a while, but weather and life interfered. Rainchecked (literally) 'til tomorrow.

I tried to skim the last 100 posts, but my eyes kept glazing over. For some reason, the only thing that caught my eye were the words "La Tep is awesome" which I briefly misread as "La Pump is awesome" which made me go to youtube and

ETA: My link broke. Thus the dadaistic end of my post. Oops.

trying again:

...which made me go to youtube and watch it. It is pretty awesome. I like Smoosh's new album more, though, I think.

ANYhooo. If anybody can give me a 10-word summary of anything important that happened in the last hundred posts, I can read it and hopefully hug who needs hugs and pat who needs pats and think about who needs thinking about. Otherwise...

(((All who need it)))

~ma to all who want it

Pizza and beer for everybody.

Yay, me. I deserve pizza and ice cream, right?

Tep is a taunter!

Very very red.

They weren't quite as drowned as I'd have liked last night. My grandfather used to tell me that about drowning your problems- that they can swim. Thus the pills tonight so I don't drink and can actually get more than the broken 3 hours I had.

I didn't shout at all. I wasn't even acting particularly angry. I just really wanted to punch something and there was the door, and I thought I'd hurt my hand on the wood, but it turned out to be painted glass. Then I was sitting on the floor in the middle of glass, covered in blood and laughing about how absurd everything was.