piracy

life aint so shity.


i got in a good mood somehow yesterday evening, due in no small part to walking past salvation army (after buisness hours, there's always heaps of stuff left there by the busy bourgeoisies) and finding the cadillac escalade of baby strollers, a like-new aluminum frame graco "quatro tour. " (a $140 value)

so that cheered me up a bit. scores like...
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this month, since we got re-wed -

the car has been towed twice, at $300 per.

our pixies tix we decided not to use ended up losing us money

this morning my bike was stolen.


i have a paper due tomorrow that i havent started.

i havent slept in 26 hours.

logan has started refusing to sleep alone. theres no room for him in our...
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lost the habit of writing again.

damnit.



but really, isn't blogging fundamentally inane? i mean, when it comes right down to it, sg is just a big ol badass livejournal.


yeah those words. they dont go together.

i mean, it's not like i have anything usefull to say. what are you doing wasting your time reading it?




any furthermore: ironic or inane?

the inter nets have moved out of our house. now i have to go visit them, just to catch up.


i can't think of a damn thing to say. i have this feeling that something interesting might have happened recently, but i can't remember what it could be.

i have a new robot maid.

i'm giggling like a school girl.

this is one of those few wonderful moments when the future comes true.


and when she's done, i hang her on my pegboard, and plug her into the wall.


or ve and ver, i suppose. (asex pronouns)

ahh! ves come into the room. i'm running for it.

so yeah. prom is very over.

i'm still a little reeling over 1. winning the sexy dance contest onstage with the lovemakers (prizes: vibrator and digi camera) 2. not having any pictures of said event.


apparently tsuyu wanted me to toss her my camera, but i was busy getting humping the bassists leg.

i'm still at a loss to think of any other instance in...
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pix being updated.

prom is fantastically photogenic.


also new pix in baby folder.

in my dreams last night, the after party was in this nice apartment, with tall windows and a balcony, and then, at tuffy's signal, the apartment disembarked into the bay.


later i dreamt that the after-after-prom party was in a strange metal shipping container on an empty runway at sfo, that was tilted on it's side after we got in it.

you were all there.

no. really.

who remembers how to write a lab report?



in other news - a crucial part of my planned prom ensemble is mia.

i have been demoted from truly awesome, to just pretty cool. i almost want to cry.



yes. i am a disappointment. in most every way.