oh my god…
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i am wearing my incredibly cute a’hoy matey! dress with my new skull & crossbones galoshes and weather be damned, it is awesome. some days, you just have to be a pirate, savvy?
remember saturday morning cartoons growing up? remember waking up uber-fucking-early and getting juice or cereal or poptarts and settling down just to catch every moment of kick ass programming? remember how cartoons nowadays are so incredibly retarded they will make your brain meats liquefy into a puddle of dumb ass and leak out your ears? yeah…me too. what i don’t remember — because i’ve so clearly blocked all this shit out — is how utterly disturbing some of these cartoons were: Top 10 Most Disturbing Moments in 80s Cartoons. only now am i re-remembering all of these extra fucking special moments in cartoon history, but obviously the fact that i had NO IDEA until now speaks to my awesome powers of represson. plus, i am totally ashamed of how i wanted nothing more than to be jem! when i was 5 years old (the year before i was rainbow brite). ps – don’t fuck with the smurfs!
in other news, the TSA is still run by utter and complete assholes. are you even a little bit surprised?
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click on the thumbnail if you dare. but don’t say i didn’t warn you. and don’t blame me if your eyeballs start melting right out of the sockets.
yes, i know it’s not real…but by god is it horrifying. i can only be thankful that willardmitt romney isn’t included. though, putting obama in the scarlett johansson pose…i wonder what they’re trying to say there?
then again, it’s probably better if i don’t know.
::shudder::
(courtesy of the nerve)
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surely it’s not…right?
i’m so out of whack these days. just two weeks ago i was sweating in the hot 90 degree heat, wearing tank tops and sandals, and today: fleece jacket. of course it’s gorgeous and actually feels like fall a bit, but i am so un-prepared.
this past weekend the boy bought me a pumpkin — i love carving pumpkins for halloween — and i did it up right. of course, it’s not quite as awesome as it should be seeing as i don’t have any candles for it. but it smells pretty spectacular. i pretty much hate all things about pumpkin (and pumpkin related products) save for the awesome smell of a freshly-carved jack-o-lantern, dusted with cinnamon. hell, i won’t eat a bite of pumpkin pie, but i will smell it.
maybe that will help it feel a bit more like fall around here.
i have a halloween costume already, no plans whatsoever for the day, but i’m pretty excited for my costume. it’s damned spiffy if i do say so myself. i love my new pirate hat.
oh, and before i forget, we have a disco ball for the apartment now, too! it’s so fucking awesome, and was totally cheap — practically a steal!!! god bless spencer’s gifts, i’m so glad there’s one within driving distance, that store totally reminds me of younger, dumber days. plus: sex toys!
i’ve tentatively started thinking about christmas…or the holiday season, really. have shopping to plan, travel to organize, etc. i’m really excited about having my own tree in the apartment, to decorate however. it will be so much fun and all mine! i know the boy isn’t really into the holidays — and christ knows it’s one massively depressing season — but something about decorating the tree and having a steaming cup of hot cocoa just calms me. i always used to decorate the tree with my gram and listen to christmas carols on the stereo while drinking cocoa. it was something we did together. and right now, i still can’t quite deal with christmas carols…but i do love decorating christmas trees.
plus, who doesn’t love hot cocoa? it’s CHOCOLATE DRINK. that’s a big win in my book.
and of course, it’s still FAR TOO EARLY to be thinking these kinds of things, i guess…but my whole world is pretty mixed up right now. hell, i may end up having my first non-alcoholic thanksgiving in years, soon.
meh.
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i realized only a while ago that my car doesn’t have a name. oh sure, sometimes it’s carrito, but that’s not really a name (or even a word now that i think about it).
it’s not that i don’t love my car — i totally do — it’s just, i haven’t been able to come up with anything. i’m not sure what it is, you know? meaning, i haven’t quite settled on the car’s gender. most cars, as with boats, are female…usually…but with my car i’m not sure. i have more of an animal sense about it than plain boy or girl. is that weird?
with the monte carlo, it was always just: the monte. like a boat or barge or large hulking thing. and it was definitely a she, and definitely a righteous ol’ bitch. i loved it so much.
with the camry, i’m not sure. it’s a dream to drive, though slightly wounded from a few years of misuse at the hands of my carelessinsane mother.
the camry is sleek and dark, it’s smooth and beautiful. i really love that car. i can’t even fully indulge in different car fantasies because even the thought of being without my car at any point in the future causes my heart to just clench. i catch my breath in fear. oh sure, i still want my vintage mustang, and maybe a replacement monte carlo some day in the future. and i still have my wishes for a wrangler to bouncily venture off road in, but…those all must be in addition to my precious camry that nothing must ever happen to.
i must always have it.
it is my beloved.
that’s a shitty name for a car, though. so you see, i’m still working on it. but when i look at the camry it means so much more to me than just a mode of transportation. it’s far greater than the sum of it’s four wheels and six cylinders. that car is a tie to a different time and a different place to me, it’s a daily reminder of someone i love more than anything in the world. and it’s mine.
yeah…i’m still working on it.
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if you want the first part, you’ll look here.
i can’t stop biting my nails; moreover, i’m not even bothering to try anymore | and thus, i’ve never had a professional manicure, but sometimes think i might like to. someday, just to feel pretty | i’m opposed to pedicures because people touching my feet freaks me out | i always, always have my toenails painted a bright, fun color | i think my feet look weird | i want to learn to french braid my own hair | i’m in desperate need of a haircut/hairstyle/haircolor change | i’m most likely too lazy to get it done anytime in the near future | and yet, i keep thinking about bangs…wtf? | and yet, i keep fantasizing about having bangs, probably a bad idea | i haven’t had bangs since i was 16…which is probably a good thing | more importantly, that’s like, the ONLY thing i can remember from being 16 basically | my memory is usually pretty much shitty…
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