Def needing a fun diversion from RL at the moment, and an excuse to update without having to actually talk about anything serious. Saving the day--here's a meme that I know Roslin & Adama would approve of:
☇ Take four books off your bookshelf.
☇ Write the first sentence
☇ Write the last sentence on page fifty
☇ Write the second sentence on page one hundred
☇ Write the next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
☇ Write the final sentence of the book
☇ Let your friends guess what book it is.
( And away we go )
On a "my brain likes to make its own entertainment"-note, last night I had a dream that I was rapping the lyrics to Another with my friend Kristin & some guy that of course doesn't exist in RL, and that the entire thing took place inside the addiction treatment center I saw in the A&E documentary on oxycontin abuse the other night. Seriously, so random. The only non-randomness I suppose is that obviously the documentary hit a personal nerve, because of my mother, but I don't know where Kristin came in. When we went camping, she & I rapped along with Biggie in the car (properly laughing at ourselves the entire time, obvs), but still. The subconscious is a strange thing. At least it has good taste in music, though.
Anyway, that's all for now. Most of you already know the sitch with the job (it didn't happen). Those of you who didn't know--now you do. I've been going through some stuff, hence my pulling back from LJ. But I'm still here.
For my Vid of the Day, here's something that makes me laugh. "Bitch, I live in a fuckin' trash can!" (I always liked Oscar the Grouch as a kid & hated people bugging him too. Heh.)
☇ Take four books off your bookshelf.
☇ Write the first sentence
☇ Write the last sentence on page fifty
☇ Write the second sentence on page one hundred
☇ Write the next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
☇ Write the final sentence of the book
☇ Let your friends guess what book it is.
( And away we go )
On a "my brain likes to make its own entertainment"-note, last night I had a dream that I was rapping the lyrics to Another with my friend Kristin & some guy that of course doesn't exist in RL, and that the entire thing took place inside the addiction treatment center I saw in the A&E documentary on oxycontin abuse the other night. Seriously, so random. The only non-randomness I suppose is that obviously the documentary hit a personal nerve, because of my mother, but I don't know where Kristin came in. When we went camping, she & I rapped along with Biggie in the car (properly laughing at ourselves the entire time, obvs), but still. The subconscious is a strange thing. At least it has good taste in music, though.
Anyway, that's all for now. Most of you already know the sitch with the job (it didn't happen). Those of you who didn't know--now you do. I've been going through some stuff, hence my pulling back from LJ. But I'm still here.
For my Vid of the Day, here's something that makes me laugh. "Bitch, I live in a fuckin' trash can!" (I always liked Oscar the Grouch as a kid & hated people bugging him too. Heh.)