August 09, 2002 :: 11:11 p.m.
I'll change your mind about everything
I took a bunch of pictures of my wonderful new computer and my jeans and my lion rug, but somehow I lost them in the process of saving them (explain that one), so unfortunately there will be none of that. Instead, I present you with this, which is surely one of the most shocking images you will ever behold:
Ladies and gentlemen, it's The Breast That Grew A Hand!!! Horrifying, fascinating, and great at pleasuring both genders, this freakish anomaly is a sight that shouldn't be missed. Bring the kids, bring Grandma, bring the dog - it's fun for the whole family!
Ahem. In other news (like there can really be any other news after that), my wallet came. Yay! It's way bigger than I was expecting. It dwarfs my money, making the three dollars that I have seen even less substantial that usual. But it's fun, and it's got a little asian girl on the front - what more could you want? Well, actually, I'm sure you could want a lot more, so let's rephrase that. What more could I want? Not a whole lot. Except maybe the damn bag that I got my hopes up for. GRRR. I'm going to be my usual mean little self and say that I hope whoever won it gets horrible shoulder cramps from wearing it.
Much like the one I'm having right now, perhaps. It hurts like a mofo. I believe it's a sort of "computer geek with bad posture" ailment, because that's what I've been today. I've been slumped over, playing Neverwinter Nights, getting ever-nearer to the inevitable case of carpal tunnel. But I didn't expect my shoulder to be so fucking sore. Jesus.
I've been kind of sad today. I'm not sure why. The fact that I feel like dog spit may have something to do with it. I'm most likely going to call off work tomorrow, which shouldn't really be a problem because they scheduled an extra person anyway. Adam came over for a while tonight, which was nice. He brought me flowers (lilies! yum) and let me cuddle up to his warmness and was generally just his usual sweet self. Mm. Yay. I have the best boy ever. And I get to go over tomorrow and see the kitties. Meow? Fun.
Gah. I'm so congested it's not even funny. That's right, it's not funny at all. I need to go to bed soon, also, because otherwise I may collapse on the keyboard and inadvertently write all sorts of nasty things with my nose. So I'll bid you adieu now, to save my nose from the amputation that would surely come of such a catastrophe. 'Night.
(Oh yes, I just noticed that it was 11:11 when I started this entry. Make a belated wish.)
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