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you are black #000000

Your dominant hues are cyan and blue. You like people and enjoy making friends. You're conservative and like to make sure things make sense before you step into them, especially in relationships. You are curious but respected for your opinions by people who you sometimes wouldn't even suspect. Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. Your outlook on life is very dark, although your kind tends to label it as "realistic" It still might not hurt you to lighten up a bit; the world isn't so bad.

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Serf Solidarity and other Bits and Bobs

The Feudal Mistress is on vacation today, so that means we serfs will be able to breathe easily without the choking fumes of oppression enveloping our senses.

I left Aunt Tudi and Llew one hour earlier today because I need to make up my time for, hopefully, my last psyche appointment. They say this is the last bit of my evaluation for the surgery and, after that, I should be free and clear. I have an appointment with the nutritionist on Wednesday and that will be the final hoop through which I need to jump for Cigna. I don't think that UHC requires all this hooha, but my reasoning is that, if they do, I'll already have it done and made Cigna pay, since they've been just horrid. Accomplishment and Revenge are a sweet combination.

There's nothing to do here at work at the moment. I'm to leave for my appointment in about 15 minutes and am hoping that, when I return, there will still be nothing to do. It would be nice to catch up on filing and organising my desk for once.

What the hell does this mean?? "Shake it like a Polaroid picture!" How does one shake a Polaroid picture? I just don't understand, but I do like that song. Outkast have outdone themselves. The new release from Speakerboxxx sounds like a b-side of an Earth Wind and Fire record. It's so retro that it makes my heart swell with Uber-Nostalgia.

Llew is going home today to pay rent and other bills. Melanie called him yesterday to remind of these matters. She's quite attentive to such and always keeps the family on schedule. Anyway, I'm to take him home at lunchtime, and he'll be spending a few days there to reconnect with his family. He misses Destiny, I know. I will miss him.

Today, I'm printing out a few festive Pagan Filk songs so I can practice for the upcoming GUUF Women's Circle. I want to do songs that will encourage sing-alongs because I just don't think it's right that I'm the only one singing. The whole circle should be able to join in the worship-via-song if they so desire. Although I'm not averse to the spotlight when I sing (I always wanted to be a rock star, what can I say?), I really think that the audience/performer dynamic has no place in a worship service that focuses primarily on the all-inclusive Pagan Circle. That said, the best way to raise power with the tool of music is to give everyone a voice. There's nothing like people's voices raised in song with a spiritual intent. Black Gospel has this magick. White church music does not. Eddie Izzard had something to say about that.

( what Eddie said )

Time to go see the shrink.

Unpleasant

Well, that was the singlemost unpleasant experience of my current unlife. The psychiatrist was more than a little pissy. I can't figure out whether he was intentionally so in order to play Devil's advocate, or if he takes personal satisfaction in making fat people feel like they're less than dogshit on the bottom of his shoe. Whatever his motives, I was most distressed by the time I left there; however, he says that I seem like a good candidate psychologically for the surgery, so that's really all I needed.

Still though, having a rank stranger bring up all your past failures and essentially rub your face in them with the finesse of a Nazi deathcamp officer is enough to make you want to act like the crazy bastard you're being treated like and break bad on his narrow little white ass.

I hope I never see that horrid man again.

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Is there a support group for survey and quiz addicts?
Thanks, lithiumlady ~~~
( it never ends )