what is with all these headaches?

i'm eating almost-stale cereal for breakfast and polishing off my inbox. which is to say, answering two or three of those one-line feedbacks and one very very long and old one. someone slap me on the wrist. i think i need it. the date on this fb is may 15, besides which it's the only feedback of any substance i got for delirium at all, discounting the brilliant ego-stroking of my betamander. in other news, i've been sucked into smallville thanks to the plotting and scheming of my dear much against my own will. unless someone can tell me when it comes on and chooses to do so, i'm going to have to go to tvguide.com. which, as we all know, is one of the many earthly guises worn by the antichrist.

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i have very low tolerance for any otp'ers for any otp that i do not also subscribe to.

actually, i have low tolerance for, well, anything that i don't like.

huh.

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my mom: i have a little hint that you're not going to like, but if i have to mop that floor to get the dog urine off of it he's going to become an outside dog. i didn't sign up for this kind of problems and he's supposed to be an outside dog and i still have an enclosure that i can put him in, and...
me: so what you're saying, in english, is that you want me to mop the floor.
mom: YES. in the NEAR future. not the distant future.

[edit: no, really, what the fuck is the *matter* with her?]

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Awesome! You're not one of the teeny bopper kids new to LJ

who think people actually care about them and which smurf

they are! In fact, it possibly pisses you off! You try to keep
to yourself on LJ so that random newbies won't add you to their

list. Don't be afraid to tell them to fuck the hell off, even if
they are your friends.

I took the LJ rating test by Atomic Blue and Cracker Face!


heh. ooookay.

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just didn't-watch (but occasionally listened to, while wrestling this hypothetical bedspread) a tlc special with penn and teller about egyptian magic.

they're too cute.

could someone get me a lighter prescription of slash goggles, please? if i ever write them, i'm afraid i'll need to be bludgeoned to death with a wet fish.

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am relatively certain that this cotton is attached not-straight to the batting. am not sure if i care enough to try to fix it. i mean, if it sucks, can't i always take it apart and fix it later? and, like. *kicks hypothetical blanket-coverlet-thing*

*raises hand* i have a headache.

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why am i nauseated? WHYWHYWHY.

gah.