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.
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