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So here's what I've posted so far. I'll do some more over the next few days probably. Please pimp me out to your friends with extreme prejudice. Thanks.

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Moon

My Moon has hit me with a sledgehammer, and not even the cool Peter Gabriel sledgehammer, so I doubt I'll get much else than that eBay thing done today. I'm gonna work on the birthday party post and try to get my mind right for the Shriekback history, but I dunno..... I'm unwell.

And hot. Incredibly fucking hot. Steaming, smoke out my ears hot. Words can't express how much I despise South Carolina weather from mid-March to late-October. I sum it up in four words: MIZ UR UH BULL! And, with my hormones in disarray, it's ten times worse.

I had to put my hair up, but it's not as easy as it was before, even though it's totally off my neck when I do get it up. The only problem with it is I scared Aunt Tudi to death when I went outside to talk to her. She was outside doing outside stuff, like she does. How she can stand it at all is beyond me, because she's so hot-natured, the animals and I huddle around her in the Winter to stay warm. Yeah, she's gonna spontaneously combust someday. Anyway, my new 'do is pretty damned frightening, but it's cool, so I don't care.

( Little Cindy Lou Who from Hell )

I'm going to get a bagel. My carb cravings are out the roof thanks to my Moon. I want to crawl off into a dark cave and eat potatoes and chocolate whilst shooting at any passersby who get too close to me.

Me < -------- MORON

I never got that bagel. Instead, I watched Alien and fought chicken pimples (not related except they occurred in the same time and space). Much much later, I decided I wanted grits, so I got my bowl, put in the grits and salt, and readied myself for a tasty treat. Then Aunt Tudi came in from outside and said, "Oh, that smells good. Are you popping popcorn?"

Two minutes into the four needed to microwave grits, I looked in the oven and realised that I hadn't put the fucking water on my grits and was cooking them dry. They were nice and toasted. I'm surprised they hadn't started flying out of the bowl and banging against the microwave door like buckshot. I don't have many grits left, so it was a drag having to throw that away and start all over again.

I'd like to know where the aliens took my brain and when they'll be returning it.

Hee! Oh.....

I just got an update for the site from Barry. In the blurb, he included a phone number to call with suggestions and such. So, being the insane protectress I am, I wrote him back:

Dude, are you sure you want to post a phone number?  That's bit on the risky side with TEH INTARWEBS the way they are.  You might have some psycho stalker calling you in the wee hours (and I'm not talking about myself).

He replied with:

thanks for checking but it's cool -it's an admin person at swindon town hall -few weirdos might liven up her day

Heh, so it's groovy. But I had to double-check, dig. I don't want anything hideous to happen to him, which I know is really strange since I have such a B-phobia. One would think I'd believe that he couldn't be harmed, but my brain just doesn't work that way. I guess that's why I've created the strange dynamic between Kelat and Cadmus, with her aghast at the Dark Chylde at the same time she's nursing him back to health after almost mortally wounding him.

And now, for the millionth time, I'm rethinking England. ::bibbles::