Points on proof:

1) The kid who works at the Family Dollar looks just like Mikeyway. Like, emo glasses version. I managed to want to do kind of obscene things to him all while being creeped out because he. kept. looking. at. me.

2) One of my very best friends and all around favorite people (who gets me drunk! oh, god, so drunk...) is... No, no, listen, she is trying to set me up. Which, yeah, I get a lot. (Spinsterdom is me at my best. What?) But! No, see, she's trying to set me up with her ex husband. ::hands::

3) I just don't even know what to do with that.

4) We Believe in Barack Obama (he loves you and he loves your mama) Register to vote! Pretend this post is worth something and not just stress induced lack of sleep rambling!

5) The vids going around for the new PatD tour fill my heart so deeply with want. So, so deeply.

6) Am trying to con my brother into buying me tickets to Cobra Starship and Metro Station for my birthday. I argue that I will be spending at least that much on booze for his!

7) Seriously, the world is mocking me. Due to the unhappy work related news I had to cancel the DirecTv install that was supposed to be going on tomorrow. Which, yeah, means I have to wait to watch SPN. Oh, oh, my life is so hard. None of you* understand my pain!

8) And we'll all float on ok / and we'll all float on anyway (Cause sometimes, I just need to hear that it'll be ok. Figured I should share that.)



* Yes, yes, I know. But this is my melodrama. I really don't even know how you all stand it. I might have to learn. I might have to flee the country come November.

In the past little over 24 hours I have gotten tworeviews for a story that I wrote, I kid you not, three years ago. The publication date according to The Place I Shall Not Name, was 12-3-02. Both reviews had nitpicks. I stopped watching the show... Oh, lord, ages ago. Can't stand to look at the damn thing at all. And randomly, two reviews.

But the things I wrote there weeks ago? (I'm guess I wrote something around three weeks ago, who can really say for sure but LJ, and I'm not looking.) Nadda.

There's just not enough what the fuck in the world sometimes.


This isn't a compliant, so much as it's me being baffled.



So why can't I write? What is wrong with me? Arg. Arg and ack and alack. And no, no this post isn't going to make any sense is it? On the upside, I love any chance I get to use this icon.