12.30.00, 5:52pm

I am sick.

I really hate being sick. My head hurts, my sinuses are laughing scornfully at me, even *touching* anything cold is painful, and instead of walking, I'm reduced to shuffling.

This is so incredibly not fun.

When I'm sick, my dreams get all messed up. Instead of my usual bizarre dreams that have a definate plot, I get these interminable ones that combone everything I've seen in the past few days into one big mess. We watched Ghost Dog last night (good movie, by the way), I've got those corsets on e-bay, and my main goal last night was to stay warm. So I dreamed I was a big silkworm, and my cocoon wasn't warm enough, and everyone was deffering to this Samurai corset-maker, who had just denounced my work, and I couldn't defend myself because my head was in the cocoon already.

It didn't go away, either. I got up, went back to sleep, and the same dream was waiting for me.

*sigh*

Right now, the worst thing about being sick is that I can't tell how much garlic I put into the marinade for the steaks. I can't smell it. How do people who can't smell cook?

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12.27.00, 5:59pm

Added yet another rant. I'm on a roll here. Or else I'm PMSing and I'm just really bitchy.

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12.26.00, 6:35am

Added two new rants today. Whee.

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12.25.00, 9:18am

Blech.

Is Christmas over yet? Every mailing list I'm on has been full for the past three days with "Gee, I hope you all have a happy holiday." This is, in moderation a very sweet, easily ignorable thing. However.. I've nuked more of these messages in the past three days than I have spam in the past three months.

I'm sick of it.

Granted, I was sick of it when it all started before Thanksgiving, but my god! Aren't these people as sick of it as I am? Or am I the only scrooge waking up this morning, hoping against hope that TV won't suck today, that perhaps I can get something accomplished, and maybe even have a good day?

Faugh.

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12.23.00, 9:17am

I put two corsets up for auction on ebay.. go see!

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12.22.00, 6:54pm

Made a slight change to the link colors on the page, just because.

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12.21.00, 1:59pm

People around me must have selective hearing. Since when does "No Avocado" mean "Please put that green stuff on my sandwich, so I can bite into it and be utterly repulsed?" Ick! I feel all squirmy inside now.

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12.21.00, 6:15am

Happy Solstice! Happy Chanukah! (It starts at sundown tonight.)

Mike got me the greatest toy last night.. he got an Airport card & base station, so now I can be online anywhere in the house, and not physically attached to anything. (Airport is wireless networking, for you not-bleeding-in-iMac-colors types.)

We were cleaning last night, and I came across one of my old purses, which I immediately decided to use again. I've come to realize that my purse changes are cyclic. Example: I start with a purse. Not big, not small. It gets too full, and I get a larger purse. The second purse gets too small. I get a backpack. The backpack gets too heavy. I fish out the most vital items in the backpack, put them in a wrist bag. The wrist bag gets to small. I switch to a little bag. The little bag gets too small. I get a purse, not big, not small. Just a regular sized purse. The cycle begins anew.

So I'm back in the first purse stage. It's kind of neat, actually. I can carry books in places other than my pockets. I can carry my makeup without wondering if I'm going to lose my eyeliner. I even have a pocket to put ID & cash in! Spiffy!

Now, all I need is a purse of *just* the right size to carry my laptop, a paperback, headphones, the contents of the little bag, and a sketchpad. My laptop bag weighs almost as much as the laptop itself, and I'm getting sick of hauling it around with me. Perhaps I'll make myself a new bag. In vinyl. With fetishy rings and hooks and spiffy designs in metallic thread. And boned, so it looks like a corset-on-a-string. And decorative lacing.

Actually, I'm getting into this.. *laugh*

Or else, I want one of those spiky bags from bug.

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12.18.00, 2:29pm

I found a page that will help me quite a bit to realize my career objectives as I take over the world: The Evil Empress Guide.

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12.18.00, 2:16pm

To the thoughtful person in the McDonald's at Third and Townsend with the rap-emitting radio:

Thank you for sharing your evident love of this form of music. In addition to the shrill beeping of the fryer, the whining of the children ahead of me in line, and the (somewhat too loud) classical interpretations of Christmas carols, you provided an oh-so-welcome sonic addition.

I swear.. if I was ever at risk for a psychotic episode, today is the day.

ARREEEGGHHHHH!

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12.18.00, 12:21pm

Just kill me now.

It's *monday*, and already I want the week to be over with. I have this big stressball in my stomach, a splitting headache, and indigestion/heartburn (also stress-induced.) Let me die, or else give me a week on a tropical island somewhere so I can just pretend that the modern world doesn't exist (except for indoor plumbing, CDs, and video games.)

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12.18.00, 6:52am

So, I overslept again. Woke up at exactly the time I should have been leaving the house. Joy. I grabbed a dress from the stack of (thankfully) clean laundry, dug around a bit and came up with my big white shirt, and literally ran out the door. I got dressed, got my stuff together (including finding my keys and making sure I had my train pass) in under 5 minutes, and left.

I hate it when I miss the alarm like that . Usually, it isn't so bad. I get up at 5:30 if I miss it, which still gives me time to move at a relaxed pace. Hell, if I hadn't gotten up to pee, I'd probably still be in bed right now.

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12.16.00, 7:27am

Woohoo!

I feel like a normal person finally. We got our network set up last night, and now I'm online with my lovely little laptop.. no more fidgeting because I can't get at my email or anything!

And now I have ICQ, too. (Finally!) My number is 101524498, and I think I'm currently set to anyone can add me. Of course, I'm only going to be on in the evenings, so keep that in mind.

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12.15.00, 3:38pm

Goth Hunting. Hehehheeeee.

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12.15.00, 11:15am



Snagged from This guy's page because of a link from Fark (we've had this on the company fridge for a while now, too.)

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12.14.00, 2:56pm

Metallica is at it again...

They seem well on their way to becoming a joke. *sigh* Once upon a time, they were a kickass metal band. Now, I don't know.

There was this rediculous video game for the Apple II, where you played a space merchant, and went around buying things and taking them places to get the best price for them. The planet you always started on was called 'Metallica.' (It would load up with the phrase "Welcome to Metallica," which promptly had me humming random snippets from Master of Puppets and Ride the Lightning. I remember writing the phrase on the back of my binder, using the Metallica logo in the appropriate spot. I was such a little fangeek it scares me.) Of course, I can't recall the name of the game, but I'm sure that they'll find out and sue the programmer..

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12.13.00, 11:49am

fuckfuckfuckfuck.

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12.13.00, 10:12am

This sucks.

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12.8.00, 2:41pm

Added Corset Making Tips to Fourth Fate.

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12.7.00, 10:25am

Good God.

What are the children of the parents in this story going to be like when they grow up? Or else, what are the parents going to think when they realized that their children have been exposed to 'profanity' since roughly the second grade?

I have to go check out the two books in question.. if the profanity is 'hell,' 'damn,' 'shit,' 'bitch,' or anything lame like that, I'm going to laugh my ass off. If it's 'fuck,' I'll shrug, and think that these people live in a fantasy world. If it's something *really* bad, I'll be extremely surprised. (It wouldn't have made it into a fifth-grade cirriculum (spell that right on your end, please) if it was.

I mean, geez.. my mom taught me to swear when I was in third grade.. I got the whole "this word means that, and is appropriate in this sort of situation," talk. But then again, I'm not from a screwed-up family who are desperately trying to shield their children from the evils of the world by putting blinders on them. (What good does that do, anyhow? When the kid grows up, they'll have to deal with it anyhow, and they won't have any practice with it. Better to be exposed young, in a controlled situation, and learn to deal with it then. Think of it as a type of vaccination.)

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12.5.00, 12:59pm

Added a new rant.

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12.5.00, 7:46am

Yeah, I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm lazy and appologize.

Perhaps I'll be good, and remember to upload my update this afternoon. If I can get to the computer, at least.

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12.1.00, 6:33pm

Ooohhh.. my copy of Tom Smith's Digital Accoustic Compilation arrived today. I've been wanting to hear PQR again (it's been a while since my tape went missing), and this is a new recording. Ohmy. He's made it darker than it was.

Even though this has one of the songs I dislike most by him (Starlight and Saxiphone), this is just a wonderful album. If you like filk, get it.

11.28.00, 10:57am

It is such a good thing that stuff like this wasn't the norm when I was in highschool. They'd have totally locked me up for my 'Killing Scott' series of drawings, which featured this guy I was trying to get over as my victim in a series of executions.

Then again, there was never any real chance of me acting on any of this; it was a way to vent my anger and frustration. Could that possibly be what the kid in the story (yeah, that link you forgot to click..) was doing?

Hell, find me anyone who hasn't fantasized about killing someone that is making them miserable. I still do it, though (as noted above), I'd certainly never act on it. (And besides, these days, I'm more likely to imagine myself as the Queen of the World, and just banishing the irritant to Jupiter or something.)

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