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Dear Christ on crack, hobbling along on a rubber crutch with rickets.



You will pee.



I am in vitriol envy.



I should take lessons in vernacular and invective. =) So creative.

Vamp box jujus ... I rearranged the order top to bottom.



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Requiem: I smell like a cheerleader or a soccer mom. o_O



18:26:38 - Nov 27 2006





Requiem: Well THAT seems to have killed the box. I'll go wash it off.



18:38:33 - Nov 27 2006





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I be a stone cold chat killa. Rah me.

I've stopped throwing up every 20 minutes or so.



I guess I no longer need someone to hit me in the head with a shovel repeatedly.



Seems a pity to waste all that anger management therapy for someone else, though.



*sigh*

I hate throwing up.



I really really hate it.



I've been throwing up about every 20 minutes.



There's nothing LEFT.



Blergh.

I'm hot. I'm nauseated. I don't feel well. ANd I have a children induced headache. Piercing voices and constant arguing do NOT make for a pleasing mix.



I feel like five kinds of hammered shit.



Meh.

Sahahria, How do I love thee> Let me count the ways ...





Ding .. Ding ... Ding .... Ding!

My mood suddenly took a turn for the weird.



WTF is wrong? I'm not satisfied with anything, am I?



Finally got the webcam functional. Fine. Now I don't want to turn it on.



Finally got the internet connection to behave. Fine. Now I don't want to chat with a single soul. Not really.



How perverse am I? (And that's not a sexual question.)



*snort*



How do I turn this mood? The moon is still meaningless tonight. The shadows are speaking of deeper, less savory things, and children, haunted children are caught in the middle of half completed sentances, soulless children staring out of photographs with mad half finished sentances on their lips ... and I so do not want to know what they were going to say.



Some days it does not pay to look for nifty photographs.



Some days, they bite.



Black and white photography seems to hit a deeper (gods, what a trite and overused word) part of my mind than color photography.



I feel bleak. I smell salty sand and hear sad gulls calling for the sun to not set just this once.



I feel washed clean of even purpose.

I've actually put this series of messages in order so you don't have to read from bottom up.



Why the fuck do I bother with polite, if all it gets me is attitude? *snort* See if I do it again.





On 01:07:04 Nov 23 2006 NovemberRain wrote:



Sorry... Why was my post whatnot closed?



On 01:26:41 Nov 23 2006 Requiem wrote:



The one advertising new items in portfolio?



On 01:29:04 Nov 23 2006 NovemberRain wrote:



When i went to go post it i read :



"My Mascara is Running

Profile, Portfolio, or Journal view requests. Personal advertisements."



So i figured it would be alright... ?





On 01:29:29 Nov 23 2006 Requiem wrote:



Ahh, yes, it was that one.



ALL threads in the my mascara section advertising new pictures, new profile updates, new journal entries are RIA'd. The threads will remain present for 48 hours so people may see and go view the section in question, then the thread disappears.



It is NOT a personal thing, merely a normal treatment of a profile/portfolio/journal advertisement.





On 01:34:21 Nov 23 2006 NovemberRain wrote:



I never thought it was a personal thing. I was just wondering why my silly thread got closed alright? No need to break out the CAPS ok? Thanks for answering my question i guess... Jeez. :)





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See what I mean?



*sigh*

I woke to the oddest thing on my bedroom floor.



Stranded in the middle of the carpeting, with not a thing around it, was a slip of paper.



On the paper, it said, “PN 1045281 – 24” WHEEL ASM W/FLAT FREE INSERT (HD) … 1058358.”



O_o



I wonder if “Santa’s Workshop” really happens in people’s bedrooms as they sleep, perpetrated by voyeuristic elves.



Maybe this is why my cats have been having psychotic breaks at night and chasing each other around the house.



*sets out elf traps*

I am so excited right now I could pee.



My friend SamSam, whom I love dearly, yes, someone for whom I profess great deep feeling, and whom I thought I had lost all contact, just called me! YAY!



She moved back here to town. =) SamSam is back.



I've missed her more than quite a few breaths I've taken.



♥

So.



There I was. In the potty, having a pee, and I noticed this insistent blinking light begin.



From the fire alarm.



So. I finished the pee, washed my hands and went back to the office to see if anyone knew what was going on while I collected my purse.



We all trooped down 10 flights of stairs, and went outside where scads of people were exclaiming and pointing up at the sides of the building … At the sides of the glass building.



Apparently the wind gusts of 40-50 miles per hour had driven debris or birds or something THROUGH some of the panes. The panes are as tall as a floor.



I feel really secure in this office right now. *snort*

I really don't.



There I was, all lazy and reading a book, contemplating bad behaviour with food ... then BAM!



There I was.



Exercising.



*shudder*



It's gone beyond the guilt when I skip exercising, to the random moments of exercising instead of being lazy.



What happened to the lazy me?

You know you've had too much coffee when your peepee smells like coffee.



o_O

There's new fantasy fodder.



He's from Oklahoma and sounds like Georgia.



I only have two words for that man.



Mmmmmmm puh-EE-chus.

My protien shake tastes like chocolate pudding today.



o_O



Simetimes it's good to be a protien shake.

Ok. Let me take a day by day journey as I remember (or don't remember) the past week.



Wednesday, I arrived in Phoenix. Tini got in a bit before me, and Scarlett picked him up at the airport.



To the hotel, Batman!



Checked in. Set room thermostat on "Meat locker." Good to go.



Drove to ElderD's and LadyLilian's. She wasn't fibbing when she said she'd lsot her kitchen, poor thing.



Drove around looking for things. Ended up finding Italian ices. It was a good find; nothing ball related, but a good find.



Scarlett brought Tini back to the hotel after I got back from LL & D's. I can't remember if we went out. I think there was pizza. There was definitely a pool.



Thursday. Woke FUCKING early in the morning. I thought it must be later, but no ... quarter to six. Mumbled around hunting the mighty coffee. Do you know those chintzy bastards only give ONE weensy packet of real coffee a day?



I called to the front desk and grunted, "Need more coffee. You didn't give me enough to be human." They brought me about five packets.



Thus began Thursday. Then, the trip to the airport to pick up the TD, who got to see me almost freak at the airport. So, we got the Drewcifer, who, I must say, rocks.



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Back to the hotel I think. Got belongings stowed, then more pool, and, discovery of dicoveries: Hot Tub. It deserves capital letters.



Tiny and Drew and I talked to more strangers poolside than I can count. All of them got invited to the festivities. =)



Then we went out to dinner with LL and ElderD. It was nifty! I think Tini hurt ElderD with laughter. Our waitress seemed to enjoy our table.



I decided, after we got back to the hotel, that I did not want to do a night of the living dead remake the following morning, and I was out of cancer-sticks, so I went to the Circle K to get coffee and smokes.



Some little bus riding, shallow end of the gene pool swimming re-re attempted to jack my purse.



I was already feeling a little squiffy from dinner, so ... I vomited at him. Right in the face. He looked rather disgusted and didn't move, so I finished throwing up on him, then making sure I hadn't spattered myself, went in to get coffee, filters, and smokes. He wasn't out there when I came out.



I got back to the hotel.



Somewhere in there are the first four times I managed to fall off the freaking bed. Tiny snapped a picture of the third time.



There was much hilarity, 6 billion dollars in technology being used to snipe at eachoterh from two feet away, et cetera.



Then comes Friday.



I have no idea ... OH YEAH! Answering my door to a Deity who squeals and jumps me. That was a good opening.



much ... stuff ... on Friday. Don't remember a lot of it.



Got dressed up for dinner, went with Tini and TD and Deity and Black Mamba to meet Tini's friend Frankie and his boyfriend. Those two are fan-fucking-tabulous.



Get back to the hotel. Get mugged by LadyDarque who gave me what might poissibly be the most beautiful present I have ever received. Thank you, woman. That pendant ... it's marvelous. =)



Jason and Khayman and Maxwell arrive, DB is still MIA, poor bairn, and then folk start arriving for the club/limo outing.



I had originally, and pretty strongly intended, to sit by and poke fun at people.



Somehow, and I still want to take a potshot at the man for it, Cancer convinced me to follow the limo to a freaking nightclub.



Un-drugged.



Took me a while to manage to walk in the door. I had hands in death grips.



The, LadyLilian found me the most lovely secluded OUTSIDE corner, framed by wrought iron gates, fountains and urns with carved satyrs on them.



82% of what kept me in the club was the sheer mass of humanity and noise I'd have to go through to get out.



10% was the fact that everyone kept buffering me against having to deal with people.



8% was another fact that people in our group kept bringing me drinks and lovely women to fondle.



ElderD and LL drove me back to the hotel.



Saturday I went to the front desk for something. I saw thie tall striking girl glued to a cell phone. I was at the front desk when I noticed she smelled good and was hovering right beside me.



Then DB squealed and hugged me. =) She and LL and I went ot brekkies and to *shudder* wal-mart and *shudder* a mall.



I was already finished with public fromt he night before. I imploded.



I hid for a while, came out at five to help get some stuff together, and hid for a while longer then got ready for the ball.



The ball, it was fun. =)



I *so* almost ran back after I told everyone goodnight and licked Cancer on the head, just to say, "Ahh. NOW I can go to sleep."



Sunday. Much leavetaking. Took Drew to the airport, hung out with Deity and DB for a while, DB straightened my hair, Tini played wipe-out on her butt, time number 5 of falling off the bed, most of remaining crew goes out to desert bar, Maxwell and Mamba and I play poker for jelly-bellies, and I ended up being counter productive and munching on my stake. There was more pizza, and choclatini's, and a damned good spicy bloody mary.



And BillyTheJust gave me a bottle of wine. =)



Monday. Much "morning after the party the night before" feeling.



Time to leave.



Check out, no room for everyone AND stuff in the car. Jason and Maxwell took a cab.



We get to the airport, I turn in the rental, take my little sanity pill on the tram to the airport, and Jason and Khayman and Maxwell kept me company until they had to run for their gate. I was googly by then and wandered until I found mine.



I got home.



I think I may have messaged someone something about my feet being furry badgers, but I don't recall, exactly.



I got home, nobody had to die.



=)



A good, if very stressful trip.



Gods I miss most of you already.



Jason say: the message was to me, and it stated that the INSIDES of your feel felt like fury badgers. You sent a mass message out to everyone that said "espresso brownie." Nothing more.