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the raffle goes live thursday

I have GOT to order my bridesmaid dress tomorrow. I am terrible about doing things on time when I'm supposed to, like appointments. bah appointments.

I have been fighting with my domain and hosting service for the past week because the GODDAMN software for doing anything more than looking pretty isn't working

for some reason when I submit a news "article" tonight, it took me to a really old Mark Z. Danielewski interview, but it got me all geeked... I adore the man's work. I just miss being able to read.

however, only revolutions will have an audiobook, and danielewski has a voice that just drips... oh yes it will be beautiful to listen to. I have the website playing right now and it is pretty amazing.

he told me that he's my peter pan and I'm his wendy. he's wrong. he may be fantastical, curious, childlike, and playful, but I am neither matronly nor innocent. I am fierce. snowflakes melt on my lips and eyelashes, and my skin recalls unintentional trespesses of fingers from the morning before. I'll let him wander off to his neverland, and when he's curious he could come visit my amazon queendom.

or something like that.

why is it that in futurama, which is set in the year 3000, the president of earth is a middle aged white man?