dr to the o.c.d. germaphobe: "you might as well face it, you're addicted to dove"

kerpow, behold, the most emo tattoo everrrrrrrrrrrr (and pee wee):

i was laying awake in bed from three to six this morning with a snoring squishy cat plopped over the vast majority of my pillow, his cat butt strategically placed so as to be countenance cradling and tail to visage thwacking. it's akin to staring into the bottom of a terrible abysmal brown circle of doom while simultaneously getting smacked in the puss (see what i did there?) with a broom. 


how many people does it take to destroy a community of 1000's?

face plant

i heart estate sales. except for the fact that they signify ye olde kicking of can.

 bought simply because the title made me snicker.

 best ash tray EVER. it has a bean bag attached to it?!

 i don't know why this exists, but thank goodness it does.

 COOKIE PANTS

i also got an amazing jacket but my hands are a tad too shaky to take an adequate picture right now. i'm toeing the spasm saturated line of full on panic attack mode and face frozen shock gasping. 

strange things have been afoot at the circle k. 

  

the laid off traffic cop just really wanted to direct

 SWFT (soft white fluffy thing)

i'm currently watching body of evidence. oy vey. apparently i'm the only one who isn't fooled by dayle hinman swooping in with her floridian fbi bred restating of the obviously obvious that seems more akin to psychological phrenology. she generally states facts of the forehead-smacking, "duh" inducing variety while clad in sensible pumps and what i imagine to be an itchy and oddly fitting power skirt suit. a crime has yet to be solved based upon her earth shattering powers of perception. rather, police generally receive a lucky break. this certainly isn't criminal minds...which is still not preferable since i refuse to subject myself to the further emo-ization of spencer's hair.

fast facts: 
i am attempting to plan a trip to the artistically outlandish coney island mermaid parade this june.

my years of binge drinking finally shorted out my synapses because i forgot my fear of heights and plunging (to earth, not the toilet) and scheduled myself to go skydiving...i can't tell you how disappointed i am in myself for having to look up the physicality of memory because i forgot it. 


i'm going to get my f.i.d. card. i personally find guns ridiculous but if the zombie apocalypse goes down i plan on being armed. actually, i want to acquire it so that i can do target practice again. i thoroughly enjoyed ready, aiming, and firing until a girl rented a pistol at the nearby (now defunct) gun range and blew her synapses and the rest of her head to bits, thereby spoiling it for the rest of us. that sounds cold but it infuriates me she took a local business owner down with her, not to mention traumatizing all in the immediate vicinity at the time.   


on a related note i asked my texan classmates if gun laws are actually as relaxed in their lone star state as i had stereotypically accepted them to be. indeed they are! all either owned firearms or had a roommate who carries. apparently purchasing of a weapon trumps cigarettes on one's 18th birthday. all set with keggers there thankyouverymuch...like guns were a deal breaker-unless it's austin i'm not all that interested in visiting that particular part of the country...although for peewee herman purposes a pilgrimage to the alamo has not been entirely shelved as being out of the question. and armadillos are a perennial deal breaker. 


annnnnnnnnnnnd going to london by myself. am giddy. i heart traveling alone.

the sudden downpour during mardi gras was a real flash flood

my cat ear headphones came! i may never take them off....

i need said headphones to block out the tv while i'm doing my unending deluge of written assignments. 2 weeks left for one school, 4 weeks left for the other...*deep breath* i have to start my 15 page paper re: the 7.7.05 london bombing today. i really could/should change my topic to japan due to the amount of current news coverage and the complete ambiguity of the british authorities re:wtf happened in the tube that day. i was unaware blair (rhyme unintentional) had reacted to 9/11 with legislation similar to our rights usurping patriot act. harumph. i was in england for a total of 1 hour (4 years ago)and that consisted of dashing home alone style through heathrow, backpack jarring my nicotine addicted innards as i gasped for air and the ex raced ahead. we made our connection to paris...sadly our luggage did not.  
edit: make that 20-30 pages. uggggggghhhh. god, i love the brits though. they manage to infuse dry humor into government reports.

tattoooooo next tuesday.

pumpkin positive

first of all: bwaaaaaaaaaahahahaha

(a bbc article regarding british doctor shorthand [insulting abbreviations on patient charts])

some personal favorites:

CTD - Circling the Drain (A patient expected to die soon)

GPO - Good for Parts Only

TEETH - Tried Everything Else, Try Homeopathy

UBI - Unexplained Beer Injury

i'm listening to online lectures for school right now. by listening i mean cackling over snarky physicians across the pond while the professor ummms and uhhhs while rustling papers and trying to shush his barking dog.  

the antique gods smiled upon me this weekend. $20 printers tray. it photographs like a monochromatic sepia smear so unlike levar burton, take my word for it. it's awesome.

edit: well played.
but past actions sear much more darkly than currently uncharged words.

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