The hell of online personals, Part MMIV

This is why women don’t use online personals.

I wish I had less in common with this guy. I don’t like birds, though, and I can spell.

health advisory

For the last week I’ve woken up tasting blood in my mouth every day.

Everyone check your necks.

lyrics du jour

Doctor, I believe that I heard her
Calling out from beyond the flood
Doctor, in my heart there was murder
There wasn’t no body and there wasn’t no blood

Every cloud has a silver lining
Ever doubt has an answer, I know
But in my heart there’s no light burning
Just emptiness, and faded glow
Raining down on the side I’ll never show

-Dream Syndicate “Side I’ll Never Show”

(no subject)

And if they never got the fish out of the tube system, which they probably wouldn’t, they’d have to close the place down. I’m not going to sugarcoat this, it sucks to be you right now. Man, that guy reminds me of ASAP Al. I wish you didn’t say things like that, because it makes it hard to share happiness with you. We agree on so much we ought to write a self help book together. I am in no way rich enough to deal with her scene. All I heard was faggot, faggot, faggot, viking.

You know I think they can sense that fear and need on you, like dogs. The guy just put a $5 bill down and tapped it and looked at me. It was so gross. The guy is 30 going on 17.

not like we're geeks or anything

zebulon_y: oh cheeseburger, you are better than woman
zebulon_y: for you tell me ‘yes’
ignatz: also squirt into my mouth
zebulon_y: chrof
ignatz: :)
ignatz: that looks like a unix system call
zebulon_y: haha yes
dngxor: choad is change owner and date
zebulon_y: dngxor++ # best command ever
ignatz: i am recursively choading your tmp now
zebulon_y: grep tubenuts mailbox.txt | grep -v tuna | chrof -f --force-ascii-dongs

mindmap

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neural noogies for nattering nabobs

The designers of my Powerbook’s keyboard were kind enough to put little bumps on the f and j keys for centering. This is a great boon to those of us who occasionally type with a cat sitting on us, obscuring our view of the keys.

A lot of my friends seem to be having a hard time lately. There were a lot of drawn or red-eyed faces in my day today. I hope all of you feel better soon. Most of us could use some better luck.

It was good to get out of the house this evening and be with friends, though. As much as I blather about being anxious or feeling bad around people, it’s not true; I always like to see the people I care about and enjoy.

To answer the musical question I had with hensatc and the_silent_one today: Yes, there are.

Tonight I am not lying; I really am making bread. 3 hours and 40 minutes to whole wheat flaxseed!

Dear God: Please incinerate South Carolina. Thanks.

“Not everyone knows what it means to whisper,” said Paula Stephens, the school’s principal. “But everyone knows what silence is. We’re starting with that as our baseline.”

I think they should replace the traffic light in the cafeteria with electric shock headbands on all the kids and just MILGRAM IT UP while they’re at it. I’m not sure which thing is more disturbing: the bizarre EduSpeak from the principal, or the mild complaints from the parents. I’d be down at that school with a lawyer and/or baseball bat if they did this to my kid.