manic, phase II

My cat makes a more potent stink than your cat, guaranteed. Jesus Christ.... >_<

Anyway, spasmolytic are you reading? Guess who came into the bookstore a couple days ago? (I wasn't there) COLIN MOTHERFUCKING FARRELL! GODDAMMIT! !@$@#@&^! Dood, I have his address if you want to stalk him. :D Still very pissed about missing that one. *sigh*

I wrote so much tonight while walking around the bookstore, pen behind ear, folded pages in my pocket. Just like the old days. I should write more on paper...I think, though it's not as quick as I would like, that it's better for me. After we closed, as I was shevling books I was literally leaping around the store in grand fashion. Usually, I just drag myself around. Must have been the pen and paper purging...and the Cute Ass Pants.

Dood, do you guys remember when I talked about "Sybil", the bookstore "crazy", the one that intrigues me. I saw her sitting on the ledge against a bookshelf today having a normal-as-can-be conversation with a customer. I pretended to be shelving in that area and listened. It almost sounded like he was hitting on her. He asked her what she wrote and when they were talking about how great the bookstore was, she said something like, "Yeah, it's nice to come here even when you're not shopping. Just walk around." And he said something about it helping to get one's mind going and she said, "Yeah, I don't have trouble doing that. I have enough on my mind." Later, I saw her roaming the store in patterns again, talking to herself as usual. GODDAMN. I so want to talk to her. She nutty.

How the fuck did "A Whole New World" from Aladdin get in my head AGAIN?!
GRAGH!

8, 8, I forget what 8 is for...

Oooooooooo....fuck my piss-poor attempts at going to sleep with a sense of accomplishment. Jilly McGee is one cranky broad. I needs mo' sleep, yo'.

And I know all you fucking dickwads out on the freeways need one hand to hold your 1/2 non-fat, 1/2 soy, no whip, double espresso fucking lattes and the other to hold your oh-so-tiny-to-match-your-oh-so-tiny-brain-and/or-dick cell phone, but how fucking hard is it to flip that little turn signal on. IT'S RIGHT FUCKING THERE. Or did the latest Lexus SUV (just WRONG, the fucker has a spoiler!) not come with a turn signal. Why bother, you're not using it.

I saw two dipshits in front of me, BOTH driving brownish-colored SUVs, weave in and out of lanes without signaling. Then, one of them actually DOES signal, to get in front of the other one, and CUTS HIM OFF nearly causing an accident. What is happening to us? Can't even drive a goddamn car.
Fucking de-evolution.

My voice is somewhat hoarse. It's kinda sexy.
Too bad I'm one surly bee hatch. Like it would matter anyway.

p.s. painting with Wite-Out is fun

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this is too funny

This is an intervention!

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Yay!
Getting tattoo finished on the 25th! :D

Crap...now I have to draw it.

And my phone now has a black cat screensaver.

It's been an eventful day.

Whoooooo boy.

5:28pm: One of the stops I'll be making on the trek home. I went there years ago with my parents when we drove to Northern California to go to my uncle's funeral. It's cool. I participated in one of the dances. :D I don't think I'll stop by the meteor crater this time. I saw it on the way out. Woot!

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