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There is a new picture in my portfolio.



My boss took a picture of me for his caller ID on his phone.



I was choking the living shit out of a screaming rubber chicken.



The picture came out a bit blurry.

To change the music in my profile.



But.



I have no idea what to put.



=/

End of year.



Insurance company.



Paying claims, issuing policies, getting OFS requirements, gathering annuity funds and making sure end of year mandatory distributions occur.



I.



Am.



Going.



Fucking.



Nuts.

I took that "How gay are you quiz" in Daire's journal.



I got 66%.



I could have told you this without a quiz.

That almost sounds pleasantly dirty. LOL



"Yes, my crotch had another entry today."



My tattoo stuck to my unders. At work. I had to pee.



Ever try to peel fabric from skin while doing the peepee dance?



If there are hidden cameras in our office potty, then I've given them a show today.



=)



Good news is, the way I heal, by tomorrow I'll be done bitching about my crotch.

I should probably explain that.





I have a tattoo on my pubic mound, you know, the spot where the hair grows.



When I originally had it done .... 7? years ago, I wanted a crystalline effect. I liked it, but I decided I wanted more colours in it, and bolder colours.



So. I went in for the tattoo time tonight. It went more quickly than I expected. Thank all the odd gods of the galaxy for that!!



Because, unlike the first time, it hurt like a son of a smurf rapin' whore!



The first time I had it done, there were a few ... interesting moments ... probably due to the tattoo's location.



This time I had to remind myself, yes out loud, "Don't hit Jedi! Don't hit Jedi!"



He agreed, "Yeah, Don't hit Jedi!"



At one point I said something like, "Aaarghh!"



He broke up laughing, and said, "Aaarrghh! Like a pirate!! 'Aaarrghh!! My treasure box!!'"



THAT was some funny shit.



I hate my underwear right now.



I took it off when I got home, along with my pants.



Yes, I'm sitting around pantsless.



Did I mention my DAMN CROTCH HURTS?!

On my way to get my butterfly worked on. =)



I want more colours.



Here's hoping I don't have any "interesting moments" like I had TWO of when I got the tattoo in the first place.



Jedi would laugh at me.

Thanks to ElderD I managed to put the one Christmas song I do truly like, nay love, on my profile.



This song makes me tear up every time I hear it done (well).

I got my tickets and hotel for February, for going to see Khayman and Jackson and Jason and Maxwell.



I got a frickin HOT TUB in my room. For not very expensive.



I am going to be a pruney woman. LOL



Oh YAY!



*snicker*



Ima see if they'll soak too. We'll all be prunes.

Ever get the inkling someone is merely tolerating your conversation? Your offered friendship?



Ever decide to say, Ok. If they want to talk, to continue to learn a friendship, then, I guess they'll say something.



And receive resounding silence?



I don't offer friendship very often, and to find it only humoured kind of ... hurts.



I feel like a fool.



And somehow less. Like I wasn't worthy or something. I know, I know, I sound all whiny and butt-hurt.



I also kind of feel like in the estimation of one whose intelligence and opinion I had come to respect, I have been found horribly wanting.



I just wish it'd have been said up front. You know, the "Go away, kid, you bother me."



Instead of me actually exposing any of my inner self to someone's view to whom I will ever be a stranger.

My friend Chaingun, who has a habit of disappearing for months on end (a litle more of the hidey hermit than I am) called me today.



Hooray Chaingun!



We were talking and I said, "I miss your malcontent."



He said, "Who is Mr. Malcontent? Is that like Mr. Potato Head?"



See why I miss him?

Thinking only about how this time of year affects me.



I go into hiding this time of year, usually. I've been working on that, feeling so uber-virtuous that I've managed to stick to one or two days in a row hiding spurts.



I found out yesterday my hiding spurts made me unavailable for a friend in need. I feel awful about that. (*hugs* I'm sorry M.)



Now that friend is going across country for family issues. I wish I could go with her and keep an arm around her. This is going to be a rough time.

I have a pimple in my nose.



IN my nose.



Do you have any idea how much those damn things hurt?!



Every time I rub my nose or have a sniffle, my left eye waters like I've snorted habanera juice through a tear duct.



Don't even ask me about blowing my nose.



To make matters even more gross, and add more insult to imjury, I've a goddamned ingrown hair.



THERE.



Wearing panties is an exercise in whimper management.



This morning is going just ...



Swimmingly.



>.@

I loathe deceit.



Simply loathe it.

Hurts.



It does.



When your nipples are pierced, and it's cold, and they get cold, it hurts.



When your nipples are pierced, and it's cold, and they get cold, and you whap them on something, it really fucking hurts.



Just in case there was any confusion on the issue.