internets, we have to talk.
i'm really disappointed in your recent behavior. in fact, i'm a little broken hearted over the whole thing. i expected better from you, but you didn't work up to your potential. and i mean at all. seriously.
i gave you a stellar post down there, and you gave me a measly 25 comments. what is that bullshit? i know that more than 500 people have seen this post. i have a sitemeter, and also hired guns. not to mention omnipotence, and really nice shoes. pretty much this is unacceptable. the post had sluttiness! and strap ons! and waxed asses! i don't know how much longer i can just give and give. what more do you people want from me?????
so your punishment is this random pile of crap that's been on my mind, and you will read it, every last morsel.
it really bothers me when people misuse the word "ripen." fruits do not ripen further after being picked. it makes me want to punch the offender in the neck.
i think my feet are growing.
my knitting spot is right near the litterbox and so i've become aware of the fact that leonard nimoy talks to himself while he's pooing.
meeting sysm was delightful, and not just because he paid for dinner. that sounds bad, but he did, and i appreciated it, so i'm leaving it in. kiss my ass. sysm was smart, and kind, and funny. and he seems like a good tipper, though i don't know for sure.
i hope my family gives me money for the holidays. except my parents, because they don't have to give me anything. except a place to sleep and food to eat when i go home. and also maybe help me pay to ship more of my crap from their attic to los angeles. there's like four tupperwares full of yarn up there, you know.
the word paraskavedekatriaphobia sounds made up to me.
oranges are delicious, but a pain in the ass. if i were a rockstar i would put it on my rider that i wanted pre-peeled oranges to eat. and they would do it, because i rule with an iron fist.
see what you made me do? that will teach you.