Day 9 is a good day indeed.

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Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.

Interestingly enough, these are both from comics.

1. 
   
   This is a panel from Jhonen Vasquez' I Feel Sick, also known as Fisher Price® My First Comic Book™. (Well, the first one I ever actually liked.) Way back in '99 my then boss and friend Jim handed me the first issue of this (it was a 2 parter) saying "oh hey, this isn't really my style, but I think you'll really like it." Years later, it's still one of my favorite things ever.
   
   What's happening at this point is Devi (in the purple hair) has been nagged, cajoled and generally pain-in-the-assed outside by her best friend Tenna after a long period of shutting down and hiding in her apartment consumed with work (and not being able to complete it), fear/disappointment after a string of guys have all tried to kill her in some bizarre way on the first date, and what turns out to be a parasitic force living in/feeding off her head, preventing her from creating/working.
   
   Yeah, that sound ENTIRELY too familiar right now.
   
   It's funny, when I first picked up the comics a decade ago, I identified more with Tenna than with Devi. Now it just seems like I get Devi's position a lot more these days. So the task of finding and beating up the psychotic doll using my brainmeats to become real becomes obvious, eh?
   
   As a side note, I almost didn't find this image. Way back when I built a fan site for I Feel Sick, and when I was thinking up answers to this question I tore up EPEEN trying to find a backup of said site, seeing as it's been offline for years. I finally found it wedged in a folder on a folder in a folder in the wrong folder in a folder, and browsing all the panel scans made me go downstairs, yank the now falling-apart issues off the shelf and reread them. Hasn't lost any of its punch years later. Just my perspective's changed. Also made me nostalgic for the site itself. Jesus, all that work trying to accomplish an effect with tables and slices that HTML 4 and CSS could accomplish now like nothing.
   
   
   
2. 
   
   Poking around on DA, I found this fan sketch of Fucshia and Criminy from Sinfest. Their weird but sweetly adorable "girl from the wrong side of the tracks plane of reality falls in love with boy stuck in self erected fortress of solitude" story arc has been a slowly developing subplot in the comic for a while now.
   
   The surface connotation/analogy and why it is OMG RELEVANT TO MAI LYFE should be pretty damned obvious, and if it isn't you haven't been paying attention to my icons much. ;) I do have to admit I'm charmed by the less obvious parallels between their relationship and mine with cell23, not least of which being both the near simultaneous timeline and the courtship via books (though the one I gave him ages ago didn't then try to devour him and everything/one else). Needless to say, I'm shipping them super hard and hope they ultimately work out.
   

Speaking of which (and obvious connotations) the coincidental timing of this isn't lost on me. On 12/15/08, on a whim and a spirit of "fuck it all, I'm doing this" I blew off the second half of my workday to go first out to lunch, then on an ill-advised adventure with a certain young man. Quite a bit happened that afternoon, but one of the bits that stands out in my head was stopping in the side doorway of Thornes after getting ice cream and kissing cell23 for the first time after wanting to for longer than I'm willing to admit. Even though I wouldn't own up to it until later, that was pretty much the moment I lost my heart. Two years later and the pain in the ass still hasn't given it back. Which is okay, I've got his. Nyeh.

Life is so goddamn WEIRD sometimes. The day I met him back in 2004, he and chirping_monkey were a) together b) parents of a fresh baked baby girl that liked having her toes played with (and still does) c) giving me the side-eye for being Janra's stunt cunt. If someone had told me where I'd end up six years later... yeah, about that. It took a lot of hellfire, heartbreak and disaster for both of us to end up here, and I still occasionally catch myself looking at him and thinking "Wait, what? How did that happen?" Not that how matters all that much anymore.

Anyway. Two years later and we haven't killed each other yet. Here's to getting to 3, 5, 10 and forever. <3


- (The four at the end are Kidzilla's. Yep, she's started her own scroll. XD )

Comments

[head58.livejournal.com]

Hooray forever!!

[cell23.livejournal.com]

I'd like to nominate "stunt cunt" as my new favorite phrase.

[bottledgoose.livejournal.com]

It does kinda roll trippingly off the tongue, don't it?

only other time I've heard it used before

[firinel.livejournal.com]

My mother use to (affectionately?) refer to one of my (now ex) gf's jobs as that. My gf was trained would-be doctors on the praticals (like bedside manner) of giving gynaecological exams (ie: on herself). Said gf was the sort who was absolutely thrilled being a stunt cunt.

Re: only other time I&#39;ve heard it used before

[bottledgoose.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's a job, lol.

[harinezumi.livejournal.com]

Seconded. The sort of cunt that would totally do a backflip out of a burning building into a speeding car.

[bottledgoose.livejournal.com]

somehow visualizing that complete with CSI-style ripping off sunglasses and yelling YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

I don't think I like it when you refer to yourself as a stunt cunt. The rhyme is nice, but it seems harsh and self-judgmental. You guys both made some mistakes in that relationship, but you were more than that to him and should be way more than that to yourself, even in hindsight. You're better than that.

[bottledgoose.livejournal.com]

Thanks for thinking/saying so. :)

It is a bit, yeah, but I think the humor of it outweighs the nasty. Of course, you have to take into consideration my sense of humor drifts into the nasty a fair amount.

As for harsh... well. A good part of what I'm still trying to resolve in my head regarding all that was that he treated me and our relationship as something of which to be ashamed. I'm sure he has valid reasons for doing so, but it's not something I feel like I should forget, and sometimes the only way to keep me from seeing it through rose-colored glasses is to be as harsh about it as possible.

Besides. "Stunt Cunt" is amazingly fun to say. Especially out loud.