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I’m a digital packrat. I have email saved one 5¼-inch floppies, archives of FidoNet groups I posted to, and every stupid thought I mashed out of my keyboard while under the influence of alcohol, drugs, stupidity, depression or looniness. I never delete anything. But I just deleted every unfinished draft that was hanging around in [...]

What the crap is this? »

How strange. There’s nobody on my home computer! Cyanotic is playing shows in Canada for a week, so Sean isn’t here to monopolize the machine. I hardly remember this “Internet” thing, except for the code I unleash upon it from work. So, what have I been doing with myself… Not a whole lot. We are [...]

The Return of the Chocolatey Dead »

More zombie goodness last night… Above is what I looked like when I got home. Luckily the fake blood didn’t stain anything, including my hair, but it’s a bitch getting that stuff in your eyes, for future reference (at least if you’re wearing contacts). I was half blind for a little bit there, but I [...]

When I was very little »

I used to think that picking your nose would stretch it out, and that’s why some people had big noses. Those people were the gold diggers. Well, that was my hypothesis, anyway. I knew that I didn’t have any supporting evidence, and I didn’t really have the means to carry out controlled experiments. So it [...]

Snorfle »

I’ve been posting a lot about errands lately, haven’t I. Am I really that domesticated? Oh well, no time to think about that. I’ve got to go watch my stories and then maybe go get my hair done. And do some vacuuming. And plan dinner. And do my nails. Woop woop woop.

I feel so confined »

I bought a journal with lined pages instead of blank pages today, which is something new. I wonder if this will lead to the writing of actual sentences instead of just the scribbling of complete crap. We shall see.

Last night at the grocery store »

Sean and I were about to check out when I remembered a couple of things I’d forgotten. He went ahead and got in line anyway, and when I came back there were two girls (together) in line behind him. He had already gotten close enough to the register to put the couple of items he [...]

Dear asshats on Yahoo IM: »

I use Trillian. The message you get when you send me a message… the one that says “I am currently away from my computer”… it is automated. I do not type it by hand. And it means… get this… that I am currently away from my computer. Sending me messages in all caps, bold fonts, [...]

What’s wrong with me? »

I had a lengthy dream last night about buying haircare products. I sit at home all day watching talk shows including Tyra, and I’m not entirely sure that I’m doing it ironically anymore. I make tuna casseroles. I am becoming concerned about the best way to get my whites their whitest, and my brights their [...]

Oh my! »

I have already failed miserably at posting every day in November. Good thing I’m not trying to write a novel. I have written 87x more in my personal (paper) journal, though. Because you see, whenever I’m supposed to be doing something, even if it’s regularly my favourite thing to do, even if I’m the authority [...]

I lied »

I’ve got stupider things to do than post here. I’m going to go crimp my hair! Hurray! Evidence shall be available later. I will not be satisfied until I have a mane.

I forget how I used to do this. »

It is strange to examine the evidence of my past, and to discover happiness trying its damndest to sneak up behind me and bite me on the ass. Well, happiness, you’re not very sneaky, are ya. ‘Cause I caught you every time, and sent you packing. I have a curious feeling that nothing has changed. [...]

You know what, WordPress? I’m sick of you always asking me for a title. »

Know what I don’t miss? (Well, not that I can anymore.) PMS. I switched off of NuvaRing because of, er… female issues… (Sucks, because other than those issues it was much less of a pain in the ass than anything else I’ve tried.) Right now I’m using other methods, and whhheeeee… I forgot allllll about [...]

Once upon a time »

This is the story of how alcohol is responsible for the entire last fiveish years of my life. I first met Sean on the interweb, because we’re just cool like that. He lived in La Porte, Indiana and I lived in Toronto, Ontario. Obviously a little hard to arrange dates for Friday and Saturday nights [...]

Angst + Shirking Responsibility = Art »

Wow! Doing taxes is so much fun! Mhm. And I’m so glad that Sean keeps such impeccable records for Cyanotic. I think I give up for this weekend. Gotta save some of this for later, because I just love it so so much! On the bright side, I only have to file taxes in one [...]