there is, in the bathroom...

... a little bit of toilet paper stuck to the wall.

ew.

also, my brain wants to replace 'clark kent' with 'sponge bob' in 'superman's song' by wild asparagus.

tarzan wasn't a ladies' man... sponge bob, now there was a real gent... superman never made any money saving the world...

ellipses, fair reader, mean that cim can't remember a line or three. that's also why it doesn't rhyme.

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i love mamahooch...

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my baby sister cuddlepint, who is ten and awfully adorable, wants to add people to her buddy list. she requests that people email her about this. i'm not sure why just adding her wouldn't work.

baby-head, did you add hollsk?

okay, so. am not happy. something with the meds, or something else? 1. i hope i didn't double my dose of prozac yesterday. but i think i did. 2. shit. 3. i DID take the anxiety stuff. and yet here i am, all wired and jumpy.

two lips on my tears, two more covering your ears--

i'm awake again; i think, all totalled up, i got about twelve hours of sleep, which is probably good. i needed it, and my stomach feels better than it did at 7 am. i'm being stalked by family on aim, and by stalked i mean 'talked to.' i should probably be writing today, but i'm all restless. maybe i'll make some harry potter icons. one thing i will NOT do is write another installment of the hell!fic with lij and daniel radcliffe. there's quite a little coterie over at thehandbasket, by the way.

in other news, it has always been hard for me to hate people. or rather, hard to really mean it for more than five minutes or so. but it's getting easier. i wouldn't mind stuffing george bush in a trashcan somewhere and sealing all the air out, for instance. and that's just one example. the list of people not to fuck with or i'd like to disembowel you has expanded beyond cuddlepint and guinevere33 and my aubry, too. i'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. but. moral ambiguity, here i come.

also: maybe southpaw526 and ninglor and fuschia and myself all in the same place in a few weekends? SQUEE.

please vote!

which icon is better?

or?

just posted to hp graphics, some icons free to even bad homes (mistreat them all you like!):

snitch away, though i'd like to know where they're going, and if you want one captioned let me know and i'm happy to waste as much time as possible oblige.




( let's go! )

the afternoon in two easy steps

1. the school network is EVIL. to use your webspace and network drives in windows xp pro, you have to create a new personaje--um--identity. login. userid. whatever. within the amherst domain; you can't modify the older logons to that domain. i did this, right? so immediately all my settings have vanished. my documents and pictures are empty (moved to c:/documents and settings/all users/cim'soldidentity/documents), the windows xp UGLY ASS buttons are back, the desktop is something freakish and half my icons and shortcut bars are gone. in ie? my customized toolbars, my favorites. on the start menu, the task bar, the quick launch bar and the system tray? SAME.

i have spent ALL AFTERNOON futzing with this. kwirbx tried to help; nemoricultrix tried to sympathize, and then we got sidetracked onto a) mamahooch's new computer and b) whores, assholes, windows xp, and other lifeforms who should be kicked.

2. hollsk is my favorite person, easily. sorry to have missed you. ::mwah:: and come baaaaaaaack.

it's not over, it's my whole life

i really am the ghetto princess. or possibly the gangsta, which is what 'g' TECHNICALLY stands for. but humpty dumpty and i aren't slaves to words. words do what i say, not the other way round.

setting: math class, senior year of high school.
cast: cim (reading a novel), marquis (wearing his secret-high-school-frat-for-black-guys jacket), aj (in polo shirt, far too upper middle class for bling)

marquis: how do you do number thirteen?
me: since it's exactly like the third example, all you have to do is read the assignment and it will be easy!
aj: ahahaha, marquis. cim is the g.


aj: hey cim. you ever listen to 95.7 jamz?
me: every morning.
aj: REALLY?
me: yes.
aj: all right...!

aj: hello, cim! did you hear 'get your preach on' this morning?
me: i love that.
aj: ::gives me the gangsta handshake::

i wonder if yoko ono ever thought of singing solo?

in other news my mother is adorable.

the ex (kwirbx) has a bumpersticker that says 'i still miss my ex but my aim is improving.' his teacher thought this meant he was married ('i didn't know you were...' 'uh, neither did i'). in honor of which i made him this icon:



that scrumptious little so-and-so may or may not be ja rule.

praise you, psymon, and praise google image search!

what about parts of speech, because really, what slasher DOESN'T know that 'fist' can be a verb?*

hahahahahahahahahahahaha. hollsk rocks my world. like TOTALLY. no, really--you just don't understand.

i promise this is not random. not really. no. not.

dear holls,

you should consider a warning sticker of some kind. possibly concerning beverages and computer keyboards, and why not, oh, internet religions and the like while you're at it? furthermore, warnings are no fun without little drawings. of. you know. eyeballs and severed things, and sharp knives, or maybe those little circular saw blades, you know the kind i mean? the ones that frequently have things painted on them in oil, and when you turn them over because you don't want to look for ONE MORE FUCKING SECOND at the tractor/cornfield/red barn, the back is rusty? yeah? good.

something about alcohol and heavy machinery, probably. and the speeds at which the heavy machinery should be driven in general even if the warning just says not to drive, and so it's off-topic, because don't you hate it when those tractor thingies are right in the road? like on the main drag in town, even. filling up a lane, just toodling along at like 10 mph like they're still learning to drive in the parking lot, only in straighter lines usually.

::salutes:: praise you, psymon, and praise sally's aim with the slingshot.

more love than you can comprehend,
cim

*it's always been my goal to have a subject line totally unrelated to my post. alas, today is not the day on which that goal will be met, even if the relationship may escape some people. which is probably just as well.