What's a journal update without some artwork? The road sign thingy is pretty clever. Since Quizilla's been lacking in any quizzes of substance, I had to once again defer to go-quiz, which actually has a couple of neat ones, even if they ARE totally random.
Mkay...this is COMPLETELY frustrating because I can't get past this point. I have the ultimate parsley leaf stuck between my teeth. The mother of all road blocks in my head. Brain damage? Most likely. WHERE'S A GOOD BOTTLE OF ABSINTHE WHEN YA NEED IT?? Oh that's right. It went out in the 1800's, along with "Coca Cola." *looks around all suspiciously* See?! Writers and artists during this time period all had enhancement. If they encountered a block, they'd pull out the ole bottle of liquid MAKE YA FEEL GOOD and get busy, later on becoming The Great Classics. What chance do we -- the uber sober -- have of ever competing? Maybe I'm taking this whole project a littttttttle too serious. I need to relax. Not only is it NOT gonna be a classic, but it's not expansive enough to even qualify as a short story. I need to calm my ace down.
Gray, but no love
The skies are uncooperative, which I'm sure the landscaping guys are thankful for. They've been freakin' weedeating and chopping all MORNING LONG. WTH? I just wonder when they work on the other yards around here?! Last week, they blew in a BUTTLOAD of dried leaf/stems, dust, and dead insects because the cableman left my door open. This week? I'm taking NO chances. But however shut my door can be, I can still hear them out there. It's inevitable that my deck will be coated with grass tips and dust, so sweeping will have to be done. Argh. Every week. WE DON'T NEED LANDSCAPING EVERY WEEK, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT DOESN'T RAIN. OMG. I don't GET it.
I find my gaze lazily drifting to the sky again, looking for hope, any spark, that we *might* have a storm; no joy. It's just a dull gray; not even *ominous*. I want a thunderstorm ruckus out there!!!
Note to mother nature: I'm soooo not feeling the love right now, and I'm sure all the Alabamee farmers are hatin' ya BIG time.
Has been preoccupied today, which left me enough time to actually get stuff done without sapping my energy. She does that just by being in the same room as I. Kinda strange. She's doing some arts and crafts stuff, and reading another Goosebumps book. I've decided she deserves the whole series, since she'll actually read them. Uh oh. She's gonna be a horror fan, which is precisely what *I* was at her age. Er...okay, I was worse, reading "Helter Skelter" in the sixth grade. *cough* All I'M saying is if my parents had any clue, I would've been SO grounded/beaten/tortured. No wait. My mother did that anyway. MAYBE THAT'S WHY! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, A REASON! </mother>The rest of the day shall be MINNNNNE.</b> I'm SO through with trying to work the rest of this story that I could scream. It's down to manageable, so I'm hanging up my spurs for today.
OMG, I almost forgot. The other day, when I actually was
Good one, Mac-Duh.
Yeah. Moving right along, since I'm sure my LATIN, DRUG-ADDICTED, ALCOHOLIC, GIGOLO LOVAH, MADCOX is expecting to READ ALLLL about my day. Hahahahaha. It should be illegal for ex anythings to read our journals. I mean, WHY? Any intelligent person would stay away. You'd have to be a total idiot to haunt the pages of an ex's journal. Seriously. Is this common?! I'm just sayin'... get a hobby. Something. ANYthing but hang out where you're not wanted.
I need to work on that anger thing. I think I took the doctor's advice to an extreme when he (or they) told me to "stop repressing your anger." Seems like I let it ALLLLLLLLL hang out when and where whatever occurs. HA. I have a doctor's excuse!! *waves paper around madly* I wonder if this means I'd get off on the McNaughten's if I just up and killed someone? Heh. It'd have to wait until winter, though. Therefore, that would be considered premeditated. There goes THAT little idea. Besides -- my list of "those who shouldn't exist but still do" has been trimmed down significantly over the past five years. :) But the "let's send them ALL BACK to England" list continues to grow each Thanksgiving.
You KNOW it's gonna be a bad day
When you receive mail from the Engineering Association here and the subject is "Obituary." That's all I'm saying. Sadness. :(
What day would be complete without the horriblescope?
Here is your horoscope
for Monday, June 28:
No one will be able to resist you -- but you also won't be able to resist them. Of course, you've never been familiar with rejection, so what's new?
DANG. Maybe someone should REAL QUICK LIKE tell Johnny Depp and Viggo Mortensen this little news nugget!! Get it while it's hot, amigos!! Hahahaha. That lil 'unfamiliar with rejection thang' is sadly true. Does that make me incomplete as a human or what?
This is my brain after waking up at 3 a.m. NEVERMORE. I'm not even making sense to me at this point, so it's time to give it up. =P
Madcox is livid, because my quizzes are TEH COOL.