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Nekkid

This morning I am PMS'ing like whoa! It's making me very unhappy and out of sorts. What I need is to be horizontal, naked, and watching an endless line of science fiction movies. There's nothing sexual about that previous sentence, in case anyone who read it was like "woo hoo!" Don't go there or I will cut you.

At the end of the day in The Pit yesterday, I stripped the walls of my cube of all photie goodness. My cube is as nekkid as I wish I were right now. It's rather bleak and depressing. My cube décor was what defined my here, based almost completely on Terry Dolittle's eccentric work décor in the movie Jumpin' Jack Flash. Whoopi's character inspired me on a deep level. I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. Of course, all my doo-dads are still present. I won't take them down until next Friday when I do the final packing up of everything. Even with their presence, though, my cube is still uncomfortably nekkid. It's not right.

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Now for pictures.

Here's the Nightmare Before Christmas Christmas tree that green_goblin70 gave to me yesterday. I put the figurines out front so they'd be visible. Shock was decapitated, so I'll be getting some epoxy from Llew to reattach her head, but that's why she's not in the photo.

( this is halloween, this is halloween )

Aunt Tudi is officially on my unsurprisingly massive shit-list. She took the copy I made of the picture of the Feudal Mistress and myself, matted it, and hung it on the freakin' wall. What.the.fuck?

( poor taste )

We had a hellacious storm last night. It was dramatic and windy and all that good stormy stuff. So I had to be outside, in my nightshirt, taking snapshots of Nature's Great Fury.

( whoooosh )

And, last, I have a new tee shirt. I got it from the company store for $2 and it makes me very happy.

( people like you )

I must now return to my work, or lack thereof. I have one order on my desk. One.
It's going to be a very long day.

Bored out of my fucking mind

I'm going to be a gibbering lunatic by next Friday. I know it. They won't let me leave the Pit without taking what's left of my sanity. Them's the rules written in blood on a parchment somewhere in Hell.

What I need to do is connect with Nature on a very primal level. I need to go out into the woods in the rain and just sit there, getting drenched. I need to see through the eyes of wild things and feel what they feel. I need to feel the rumble of thunder jar my heartbeat and feel that instant fear inherent in all creatures when the lightning strikes. I need to get the fuck away from people and cocoon for a while.

This could be my misery at having to be in The Pit with nothing to do or it could be my serious bout with PMS. Either way, I'm not amused with my surroundings nor my reaction to them.

So...what to do?

[Poll #554407]

Tinhuviel's Photo Lunch

I'm in a picture-taking mood in addition to being in a homicidal rage.

On my way out of The Pit, I saw that they've replaced all our old beloved BMG rugs with horrible, bland Arvato rugs. So I had to take a picture of the rug and then a picture of my reaction to seeing said rug.

( rug and scowl )

As I was walking to my car, I noticed that a large black cloud had manifested itself right over my head. Oh, big surprise there! I think it's always present, thought not often so visible. I took a quick snapshot of that and a picture of the Feudal Mistress' car so I could always remember to avoid such cars in public.

( black cloud and camry )

I went home and ate, watched some Jerry Springer (which only served to worsen my foul-ass mood), and helped Aunt Tudi do a major change of the cat box. Afterward, I had to go by the dump to drop off trash, then I headed back for The Pit. En route, I decided to record photographic evidence of the horror that is our gas prices. The Southeast is probably the lowest paying area in the US. We can't fucking afford this mmmkay?

( it's all Dubya's fault )

After getting more pissed off at the gas prices, I made my way down the back road back to The Pit. I passed large portion of what used to be forest. It is now yet another area where Human has raped Earth. Colour me enraged!

( fucking people.... )

I then took the back road (where Tamika Huston's remains were found) to The Pit, where my remains will be found. Here's Tin-Cam Live!

( driver's eye view )

I walked back into this prison with Becky, whereupon I was harassed by Camel Toe about something not of my doing, then received this happy little letter from Becky as a result.

ha ha ha more questions for you that you don't have anything to do with. sucks to be you.
and a word of advice please stop sending matches in the mail b/c ARVATO SERVICES is not
hazmat/hvac (whatever the crap) qualified to do so.

I am now looking for a stick with which to hit Becky about the head and shoulders.

The End.

Kemet

My name using Egyptian Hieroglyphs!

Try your name

Script by jackol

Music Meme!

Yoinked from bloominglotus. Danke!

"Go to musicoutfitters.com and put your birth year into the search blicky. The first link is likely the top 100 songs of that year. Cut and paste that list here. Bold the ones you actually like. Understand that the word "like" in this case means, in the very least, "wouldn't immediately change the radio station from." Pick a favorite. Underline that favorite."

( 1967 )

Meme from trista, who just rocks.

( The Random Question Meme! )

Not as much as we used to

....and that will be waning quickly before too very much longer, of that I'm sure.

( got it? )

I took this in Greer on my way back from Wally World (oy vey!). Am very keen on finding out who's behind these billboards (not literally). They're popping up everywhere.