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hmmmm..... so I apparently just submitted an application to join the 105 group. I didn't know what it was and I was just curious and uhhhhh.... oops.

So, Polly, if you're reading this, uhhhhhh.... oops. I only wanted to know what the group was and if I wanted to be a part.



Anyway, in other news, we went south for a day and pretty much turned right around and came back. But not before I got to wade in the Gulf of Mexico with a hurricane on the horizon and go swimming (in a pool, NOT the Gulf) while the outer edges were passing over us. It was awesome. I'd do one of my moving spiritual descriptions, but you just had to be there.

I wrote Missy to ask if she'd look at my new set and tell me if I was moving in the right direction. No harm in asking right? But I ended up rambling and making no sense and sticking my foot down through my throat and, well, if you've seen the Invader Zim Halloween Special where Dib turns himself inside out... it was kinda like that. Missy wrote back with a simple "no." I can't tell if it's "no, dumbass annoying hopeful" or "too busy for this shit" or what. Anyway, I believe I'll put that one in my Most Humbling Moment in my profile. Ah well. It's a genetic abnormality in my family anyway, the sticking-your-foot-so-far-down-your-throat-you-turn-inside-out.

Moving along...


BEST non-cult cult flick EVER.

Oh, and the quote for the day:
"Precious Roy, Precious Roy, making lots of suckers out of girls and boys!"
A present for whoever names the source. You folks who've already been and gone-- There's your consolation prize.