everybody needs a bosom for a pillow

I've discovered I need birth control. Not for the intended purpose, but for the happy bonuses. I've been on it for 9 years now and going off of it is a bitch...nay, I'm a bitch, more so. I have no health insurance currently, so I went off last month. Clinic, here I come.

Indeed, had a spectacular, long-awaited "epiphany" not occurred today, I'd not be this agreeable. I've been waiting for them for seven years. SEVEN YEARS. Today, everything fell into place and I know where I'm going with this story. I started writing this book when I was in high school, 2 chapters in...dead. I stopped and started for seven years after, moving on to other ideas, but always wondering how I could fix the predictability, the cookie-cutter image I kept coming up with. Today, thanks to some odd inspiration, I know. What a relief, but now the work. I went to the library after work to check out some research. Odd that the wedding books are next to the death and burial books. Yar har!
Fuck, I have so much to do.

I also got a book on pirates. And I have another journal: pirateblu So I don't continuously annoy everyone with piratey things and stupid crap. HAHA, not as much anyway. ;P Add, if you want...or become a pirate yerself, swabbie! YARRR!

Ho-leeeee shit, thank you kitryne. I lvoe that thing with an unholy lvoe.

Now I'm going to go watch M.

"That's where I saw the leprechaun. He tells me to burn things."

hot eye-rubbing action

p.s. If playing with Play-Doh and making paper chains with empty Pixy Stix straws is the wrong thing to do on your lunch break, THEN I DON'T WANNA BE RIGHT. I was told by Boss Lady, as she chuckled, that I'm "just too creative". To which I promptly replied, "Fuck off, Hagatha!". AHAHAHAA! No, really, I did. She didn't fire me then, but when she found the blood and feces painting of the Virgin Mary I did on the bathroom wall, she gave me a strict warning. No one gets my art.

Oh the chain, it is long. It will be grand when I am through. Bless you Wonka. Bless your coma-inducing, kaleidoscopic-colored, sugary goodness. I'm good about a lot of things, more so now, but candy be my weakness. And Pixy Stix, well...they get me through my mind-numbing job when caffeine hath long jumped ship.