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I pick at my scalp too much. It's bad. It used to feel dry, and now there are superficial cuts and such. And now that I stopped using shampoo as frequently as I used to (thinking that was the problem), my dandruff is back.
I suppose you don't want to know that, but I seriously can't think of anything else to write about. And, obviously, I don't feel like being too personal anymore on my site, regarding my emotions and such, otherwise I'd have more to write [in that realm].
I stubbed my big toe yesterday and was terribly depressed. (Kidding.)
Four hours and twenty minutes until the auction for a spiffy laptop ends. I better be the high bidder, lest I become bitter.
Toby surprised me this morning. Just as I was filling my teapot, I remembered that the screw attaching the handle to the lid fell in the pot last night, so I looked in the pot but couldn't find it. And then I saw the lid and handle, fixed, on the stovetop. Toby used to steal cake for me, too. He is sweet.
Anti-Pop Consortium is weird. In a good way.
Last night, I slept quite late (5 AM), slept quite shortly (3–4 hours), and awoke with a bad headache and nausea.
It has slowly but surely dissipated now.
Tonight was a Kraft night: mac & cheese, supplemented with Kraft's Monterey Pepper Jack and Monterey Colby Jack. Good times.
Tonight marks the six month anniversary (to the day, in fact) of something wonderful. Mwah.
Ten-point-seven-five days to go. Sigh.
I want to write something.
But I can't think of anything.
So, I may end it at this sentence, or continue with gibberish.
Spurred on by a dream, I've changed my long-time buddy icon of this
to this
If ImageReady was smart and easy to use, the background would be a dark red. Ah well.
A cookie to anyone who can tell me what that's from.
…now you know? Iraqi prisoners being abused.
Day 10,503 of bad sleep.
There are two songs from Liquid Swords that I remember from years ago. I was an even more pudgy boy then. Gza is talented.
I enjoy tortillas.
I enjoy not the days where I find myself useless, nor people who instantly click ‘Force Forfeit’ on Literati as I'm putting down my word.
Toby has a good idea: if I want a laptop now, I should just buy a cheap one if I can't scrape together money for a good one. (I just need one for programming, right? Well, it'd be nice to have some decent graphics if I muster the strength to do design.)
I guess I can always sell the cheap one when I find myself swimming in gold coins. Laptops are always in demand.
Fourteen days. Almost exactly.
From: Jennifer N.
Subject: sightings
Body: john came home from work today having spotted big boi himself at a gas station on tybee island. he reports big boi stands around 5-5, they were admiring john's caprice, and they also forgot to pay for the gas and the attendant had to call the cops even after he gave her an autograph. teehee.
maybe next time it'll be me.
The significance is that I've been trying for months and months now to hook Jenn up with Big Boi. But I guess you folks won't fully grasp it. They're supposed to have children together.
At this moment, I suck.
My eyelids were excessively heavy today. Lead lids. I'm lacking rest. I didn't want to be awake.
I tried taking a nap under my partially opened window, but that was a failure. (I didn't mind the fresh air or birds, though. It's chilly for May.)
Ryan sent me a link to this cute game. So I munched on tortillas and played and slowly felt my energy come back.
And then we played a game of his device.
Razanova: Want to play a word game, and post the results on your journal?
Razanova: You just start with a word, and we just go back and forth adding a single word.
Razanova: has to make grammatical sense, of course
express kaiser: sure
Razanova: Ok, you start
express kaiser: tortillas
Razanova: DICKFACE tortillas
Razanova: just j/k
Razanova: thinking of a real one ;p
express kaiser: haha
Razanova: untolerable tortillas
express kaiser: the untolerable tortillas
…
Razanova: opposition was immense, but the untolerable tortillas didn't know katy birth twin, fecal-crime-fighting
express kaiser: jewish opposition was immense, but the untolerable tortillas didn't know katy birth twin, fecal-crime-fighting
Razanova: ohhh, jews
Razanova: jewish opposition was immense, but the untolerable tortillas didn't know katy birth twin, fecal-crime-fighting nazi
Razanova: that should be birthed*
…
express kaiser: actually, no. The deceitful anal assault by the orthodox aquatic jewish opposition was immense, but the untolerable tortillas didn't know katy birthed twin, fecal-crime-fighting nazi ninjas capable of exterminating handfuls of gay employed mexicans
Razanova: The deceitful anal assault by the orthodox aquatic jewish opposition was immense, but the untolerable tortillas didn't know katy birthed twin, fecal-crime-fighting nazi ninjas capable of exterminating handfuls of gay employed mexicans.
Razanova: ;p
express kaiser: haha
express kaiser: gg
Razanova: gg
Wee!
Still, I can't believe it's not even 1 yet. Blah. Kill me. I feel gross.
The details are laborous and boring at best. Suffice it to say that, because I wanted to doublecheck my DVD burner's serial number for rebate purposes, I disrupted the equilibrium my hardware was in. And through causes unknown or uncertain, my power supply made a very weird noise for a few seconds before letting off a pop and spitting some flames.
My face was a foot away from the action. I was not injured.
Nor were my hard drives (thankfully). But I got to spend $110 on a new power supply. Sigh. I mean, yay.
Being in the process of trying to get financing for a Vaio laptop, and speaking to a representative at Sony, I was advised that, being rejected twice in the past, I should check my credit report.
So, I did.
I went to Experian and was able to view my data for them for free (for 30 days). And I am in good standing as far as they're concerned. And I payed $30 to see the data from Equifax and Trans Union (plus their scores), and I am good and fair with them.
So, I'll cross my fingers and try a third time for financing, being that I momentarily paid off a lot of my credit card and have money in the bank. There's a chance I'll get rejected due to ‘too many recent inquiries’, but I'll have to take my chance? Maybe I'll call Household Bank with my credit info and ask if I'll be rejected now.
If you've had a credit history for a few years, it's worth knowing how lenders see you. Plus, it's kinda cool.
went out the back of Halifax,
all the way to Virginia, Fairfax.
it wasn't weird enough,
so i went west to Oregon.
all i, all i wonder,
while i run,
is what's, is what's next on
my agenda,
mmmhmmm…
woke up in a ruckus with a succubus,
before she knew i was amphibious –
she threw her hands up and she started to scream,
‘man, you look like you're straight out of V!’
all i, all i wonder,
while i run,
is what's, is what's next on
my agenda,
mmmhmmm…
and so it was that i, a wayward throwback to the mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. but Fate still had her twisted sense of humor, and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida where, for the past 300 years, i have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. and soon my progeny will rise up and say, ‘hail, Draco, king of the dragon men!’
i'll fashion my crown
from Quetzalcoatl's quills,
build my palace
in the jungles of Brazil.
in the summertime
come my children,
‘for i hail
Draco, king of dragon men!’
—Clutch
For lack of any real content, and a growing addiction to this song.
<3 to Neil Fallon, and <3<3 to Asma.
Two nights in Springfield, and I come back to the apartment to find an unflushed toilet full of shit.
