One Mo' Time: April 2004

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Today was really tiring. I got out of bed really late because my alarm clock has broken and I cannot afford a new one at the moment.

I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.

I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.

Last night I had to go and pay Joshua's bail. He's such a jerk. He got arrested for punching the Walmart clerk in the face for refusing to sell him beer. He's only 16!

I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, which makes me different enough to be interesting, but the same as all the other cool people with bipolar disorder.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you what your favourite sexual position is.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in prison hospital.

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Thinking Of You

My mother loves to send little cards and notes. While I am not particularly fond of the practice, its her thing and I don't quibble.

Today she sends a cheery card covered with sunshine and bunches of flowers titled "Thinking of you." How sweet, says I. That is until a folded piece of newsprint flutters out from the card into my hand. Fan mail from some flounder?

Nope. Just an article reminding me exactly how fat and unhealthy I am. Forty percent more likely, in fact, to succumb to death from breast cancer than my more svelte female cohorts.

Thanks for the good thoughts, Mom. You made my day.

What's In A Name?

The random name generator must be working overtime at the spam factory:

Unskilled O. Reynolds
Hair F. Assuages
Schoolchildren I. Extremist
Lifeboat G. Kibitzed
Refurbishing I. Chanticleer
Galvanometer R. Parlance
Debated A. Ceiling
Frankfurter K. Lubber
Slenderer P. Tennessee

Whatever happened to good old John Q. Public?

Random Weblings

This time, gentle reader, we're headed for The Depressionist Museum. After all, Impressionists and Expressionists and Fauvists have had their say. Why not the folks who are "lower than an ant's belly," but ache to express it artistically?