Not a good start

dear subconscious,

I was not kidding when I said I was done thinking about Certain People as of December 31st. It's a hard thing to stick to, especially if I'm already in a pissy mood. This morning's anxiety dream featuring Her? Really not okay.

A thousand fuck yous,

Andee

cause you know the first thing I need to deal with in the morning is realizing I'm completely capable of that level of violence towards someone in Her condition....

Not a good start

dear subconscious,

I was not kidding when I said I was done thinking about Certain People as of December 31st. It's a hard thing to stick to, especially if I'm already in a pissy mood. This morning's anxiety dream featuring Her? Really not okay.

A thousand fuck yous,

Andee

cause you know the first thing I need to deal with in the morning is realizing I'm completely capable of that level of violence towards someone in Her condition....

*grumble grumble jackasses grumble*

There needs to be a web site or a twitter feed where you can call out other drivers that piss you the hell off, a la TFLN or FML or something. Cause man... I'd be more than a little uncomfortable and angry about a gynecologist or a proctologist merrily gabbing on the phone while examining my rear end, and I think the same level of ire at some frizzy haired woman in a white honda (NH plate ATLSPRT) doing essentially the SAME THING at 80mph this morning is ENTIRELY justified.

I think I need an icon of Muushu screaming about dishonor on you, your family and your cow right about now....

*grumble grumble jackasses grumble*

There needs to be a web site or a twitter feed where you can call out other drivers that piss you the hell off, a la TFLN or FML or something. Cause man... I'd be more than a little uncomfortable and angry about a gynecologist or a proctologist merrily gabbing on the phone while examining my rear end, and I think the same level of ire at some frizzy haired woman in a white honda (NH plate ATLSPRT) doing essentially the SAME THING at 80mph this morning is ENTIRELY justified.

I think I need an icon of Muushu screaming about dishonor on you, your family and your cow right about now....

ROFLMAO

Ricky Gervais traumatizing Elmo? Yes please. There needs to be more Elmo torture in my world. Oh yes.

ROFLMAO

Ricky Gervais traumatizing Elmo? Yes please. There needs to be more Elmo torture in my world. Oh yes.

tribbles

One of these days my 365 is gonna be of one of the fist sized tribbles I keep combing out of my head. I've pretty much combed out everything level with my ears in the back, give or take a few dreads. Ow. Also rate I'm going I'm gonna need a new metal comb - the one I got for this project months ago is already bent all to shit. BUT. Very slowly I'm getting my hair back, which is an interesting change. I rather look forward to rocking it ruff and tuff wit' my afro puffs, but right now the combed out bits are living in four cornroes under the rest of the dreads.

No, today you get a picture of Hanzo's innards. I was getting the sneaking suspicion i was running a bit low on washer fluid.



Ugh, between super hectic day at work and captainlove levels of displeasure with human beings, I'm spending the rest of the evening nursing soy milk and Fake!Baileys, which, trust me, only sounds nasty. It's actually pretty tasty, and the resultant brain fuzz is keeping me from violently sporking and defenestrating the closest person at hand, which happens to be the roommate. While she does occasionally get on my last nerve, I don't want her dead... so drink I shall. I almost want to be watching Bret Hart on Raw tonight, but at the same time... no. I'll catch the rerun on Saturday. In Spanish on Telemundo preferably. Dubbed wrestling is HILARIOUS.

ETA: wow, two of you have variations on that "SCORE" icon.... lol

tribbles

One of these days my 365 is gonna be of one of the fist sized tribbles I keep combing out of my head. I've pretty much combed out everything level with my ears in the back, give or take a few dreads. Ow. Also rate I'm going I'm gonna need a new metal comb - the one I got for this project months ago is already bent all to shit. BUT. Very slowly I'm getting my hair back, which is an interesting change. I rather look forward to rocking it ruff and tuff wit' my afro puffs, but right now the combed out bits are living in four cornroes under the rest of the dreads.

No, today you get a picture of Hanzo's innards. I was getting the sneaking suspicion i was running a bit low on washer fluid.



Ugh, between super hectic day at work and captainlove levels of displeasure with human beings, I'm spending the rest of the evening nursing soy milk and Fake!Baileys, which, trust me, only sounds nasty. It's actually pretty tasty, and the resultant brain fuzz is keeping me from violently sporking and defenestrating the closest person at hand, which happens to be the roommate. While she does occasionally get on my last nerve, I don't want her dead... so drink I shall. I almost want to be watching Bret Hart on Raw tonight, but at the same time... no. I'll catch the rerun on Saturday. In Spanish on Telemundo preferably. Dubbed wrestling is HILARIOUS.

ETA: wow, two of you have variations on that "SCORE" icon.... lol