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peculiaire 102%











revelation8 102%











faerykin 102%











hey_bob 102%











missadroit 98%











kopfschmertzen 98%











silentq 98%











katester 95%











tawneypup 95%











tsara 91%











baladain 91%











pixelgeek 91%











chrisrohn 91%











the_macross 87%











deusinnomen 87%











atdt1991 87%











cre8tvegrl 87%











ladymorrigu 84%











babysour 84%











pfrank 80%











velvettnrbt 80%











ga 75%











soulhakr 73%











mathmanatm 71%











kcred 68%











isolt 67%











riccer 65%











nyte 63%











kreie 62%











forgottenbelief 59%











roscop 54%











raencloud 49%

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Yoinked from just about everyone.

Some bastard opened the dryer door halfway through the cycle.

Hey, look, it’s an entry that’s not a quiz! Tah-dah!

I’m worrying again. Opportunity has been uncovered, and I’m in pursuit. So, of course, the possibility of failure and continuation of this *makes sweeping gesture* worries me. Worry needs to spur action, not inaction. This must be a conscious rule for me.

Maybe Ann Arbor area, maybe Lansing. I prefer Lansing, which would probably shock Scott Thom. If I remember, this is his fault. Anyway, I like this damn town.

A wedding took place with an unlikely but now-happy cousin of mine. came along and was, of course, well-liked by my Dad’s side of the extended family, especially Aunt Sally. I think Mom’s side of the family will dig her even more. On the way home, we talked about marriage. It’s not the B and M words that scare me. It’s the possibility that the time in which my things and place will be mine could be finite. The fear is irrational and only seems to have sway during over-thinking sessions. Goddamn fear.

There was a discussion between my Uncle Ron and myself about Detroit and Flint vs. New York and Chicago. I’ll be expounding upon it soon in the community sometime soon.

I think my laundry is finally done.

Muppets Secret Quiz

The Count
The Count’s Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

It started with a simple affection for counting and the terror it induced in others, didn’t it? But now it’s turned into a full-blown life-consuming chaotic nightmare of order, repetition, zealousness, and perfectionism. You used to be so grand, but now you find yourself obsessively worrying over the littlest things–like, maybe if you don’t check the light switch at least once every two minutes, the electricity will go out (and damnit, you’re a vampire–that shouldn’t be a problem!), or maybe if you don’t wash your hands until your seams are coming out, you’ll get some fatal disease. Get yourself some treatment.

Which Sesame Street Muppet’s Dark Secret Are You?
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Yoinked from .

Mac & Cheese

Sorry for missing Mac & Cheese this morning. If I start the shower now, I might just be able to get to Golden Harvest before they close. My brilliant suggested that I go even though I missed Mac & Cheese.

“You need a good breakfast.”

So, I’m starting the shower now.

Just amazed.

I cannot describe the rage the bubbled up in my when I discovered that my SIGNED copy of American Gods by Neil Gaiman is water damaged. The last person I loaned the book to? ‘s mother.

This is what comes of being nice to irresponsible people.