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Home today. Woke up this morning and both my intestines and uterus were having a JOLLY time inventing two-part harmony for pain. Called out, went back to sleep and had a morning of fitful dreams that involved people I know and am reasonably close to deciding it would be really fun to say horrible things about me to my face, hanging out with Hors D'oevres and Captain Elastico at a burlesque rehearsal for a show that was on my birthday instead of a week later, the cat trying to talk out of the back door to what at first was a space alien but through the miracle of dream logic turned out to be Lil'Beast in an awesome Halloween costume, and having every single thing I made last weekend and then boxed up/froze turn into containers of interestingly colored and therefore terrifying molds.

Fun morning. My lower regions seem a little better for the rest, if not exactly my head.

Have Things To Do today so I'm spending the afternoon and hopefully (caffeine and general ick feeling willing) the bit of the evening after game dealing with them. We'll see how I do...

Safe for work (and the sound ain't necessary), but probably not safe for the cohesion of your brain.

So I now have this combination printer/scanner/copier thing sitting on top of my tower courtesy of stormslegacy. I spent a little bit of time tonight first weeding though a Diamond Comics box full of pictures I have been meaning to put into albums for at least five or more years and scanning some for the MSFC facebook group I mentioned earlier. I've also thrown out quite a few - some I don't want to see ever again for obvious reasons, some were simply bad shots, most... I know ostensibly there was some reason I had doubles made of every goddamn picture I took in college but as I winnow through these stacks of pictures and weed out the dupes, I've concluded that whatever it was, it wasn't a good reason. (It was probably honestly because it was free.)

But yeah, um. Wow. If anything this box is all the evidence needed to prove that my friends have always been utterly wacky creative types and none of them (especially not harinezumi - yes, I still have the pics of you in seriously bad drag) should ever run for political office. Also wow. We were all so goddamn... young... fifteenish years ago.

Speaking of young, there's also this.



Like bellarisa couldn't resist pointing out, yes, I have one of those faces that hasn't really changed since the Carter administration (Which I was alive for, thank you, this picture was taken during it). Just less baby fat these days. And more hair/yarn.

Bedtime now.

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for the love of GOD, get it out of my head

Guys, I think I've found my calling in life, or something, because I apparently throw bitchin parties. 'Course with the crowd of people that showed up to our house to properly usher cell23's fourth decade in last night, it's quite hard to have a bad party. Hell even the people that couldn't come but sent well-wishes via twitter (you were there in spirit, Mr. Berube!) helped, so yeah. There were also Muppets, Batman, Castlevania, and Mario Kart assisting. :) Special guest stars: cell23's now infamous Gay Bar Dance while he beat the shit out of his princess pinata (aersi helped). The terrifying pin the tail on the donkey game that oneforellis brought that looked like a donkey staring worriedly at his ass as red liquid appeared to pour out of it (it was supposed to be a target painted on, but it looked way too much like severe intestinal damage). THE MOTHERFUCKING INDIANA JONES CAKE WITH WORKING BALL. That's right you heard me. That cake was BOSS.

But yeah, you know how you know it was a good party? 2 reasons: 1) I just stumbled downstairs in search of breakfast (by the way, aersi? you're a motherfucking genius, thank you for the bagels) saw the horror my living room and kitchen are after everything... and grinned my face off. 2) The part where towards the end of the evening, cell23 (who tends to detest having a big thing made of his birthday, so yes, I threw him a party cause I'm a bitch like that ;) ) was being glomphed by all the remaining ladies present, and while cackling maniacally, declared that he should turn 30 every year.

I clearly win at everything. Including hangovers. I had quite a bit of "kool-aid" (hawaiian punch, sierra mist, tangerine vodka and slushed ice make great punch, btw) and then another_murray brought over pomegranate liqueur and i was just done for afterward. but I only have a bit of a headache this morning and that may well be because I forgot to make/get coffee. Yeah, I know.

But yeah, thanks guys. And happy birthday cell23. I love you, and I think it's safe to say so does everyone who was in attendance. :)

I'm kinda out of spoons right now (too much being social with kiddoes' family) and mid crohn's attack to boot so not really a happy camper. I'm not sure if this picture by way of karnythia is helping by bringing the lulz or causing me even more harm than normal because all the defenses are down and laughing hurts:



This leaves me wondering why the dolphin is all AWWW YEAH MOTHERFUCKER I GOTS ME A TUPAC while the man himself is either all AIEEEEE I JUST TOOK A MOTHERFUCKING DOLPHIN TO THE BALLS or HOLY SHIT IT'S BIGGIE SMALLS ON A UNICORN GET IN THE CAR.

(can't take credit for that second option, norabombay suggested it as a companion shirt in karnythia's journal.)

I love you all, that's why I share. Good night.

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