(no subject)

Shit. I need to wake up so I stop posting the wrong shit.

Or I need to go back to sleep. In any event, my bad.

You know what?

I don't care if I work at a job where I have to sometimes lug heavy boxes around. And I don't care if I'm going to have to listen to Captain Asshat's moronic commentary on the matter.

I'm digging up my black punk-ish clothes and my black pleather skirt and I'm layering on the eyeliner.

It's my favorite bloody holiday, and I'm dressin' up, damn it.

(no subject)

You know what I love about Halloween? I mean, aside from the fact that we're all going to Hell for celebrating it.

I can finally take off this stupid mask and go outside. *happy sigh*

You have no idea what happens to antennae and whiskers when you keep them under latex 364 days out of the year.

****

You know, I tried to rationalize out that Protection from Pornography Week thing yesterday, and the closest I got with the whole "Protection" thing in my head was a mental image of a dildo-attired Jenna Jameson sneaking up on me in my sleep with a butcher knife only to be thwarted by a tights-wearing Dubya.

"And that, Doctor, is why I scrubbed out my eyeballs with Brillo."

(no subject)

( Well, I suppose it's better than the other end. )

Oh, and for those about to NaNo ...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Tension breaker. Had to be done. ;)

(Cookies and donuts to whoever knows where I got that from.)

*****

Why doesn't the Yankee Candle Company make candles that smell like Sharpie markers? Tell me you wouldn't buy one just to take hits off it every once in a while.

...

What? What'd I say?

Meh.

I was going to stay up until midnight, but screw it. Tired now. Bedtime.