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[apocalypsos]

Yay! Called the junk car removal place today, and the Paco the Corsican Pimp is on his way to the Magical Land of Thinly Squished Cars come tomorrow. (Okay, so he probably won't be soundly trounced by a machine cruncher. Allow me my dreams, damn it.) Now all I have to do is go over there tomorrow morning and make sure everything's in order (and retrieve my high school yearbook, which it suddenly occurred to me the other day is probably in the trunk) and I'm all set. Woohoo! *does happy dance of uber-joy*

Also, while walking to work today, I figured out how to tell which cicadas on the sidewalk are dead and which ones are still alive. The ones that are tipped over on their side like they just got really wasted ... those are the dead ones. The living ones are the cicadas standing amidst a wasteland of bug corpses grabbing their heads and screaming, "KHAAAAAAN!" The squished ones are, of course, faking it.

Also, tomorrow is when "The Day After Tomorrow" comes out. Yippee! I wonder if I can call into work and tell them I can't make it because a giant wave just made my apartment building disintegrate.

Comments

[akacat]

Nah. Tell them that your building has been buried under a pile of dead cicadas, and you have to wait for maintenance to dig you out.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

You are brilliant. I think I already asked this, but can't find the post on which I asked: can I friend you?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Sure, go right on ahead. And thank you! :)

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

The living ones are the cicadas standing amidst a wasteland of bug corpses grabbing their heads and screaming, "KHAAAAAAN!"

That begs to be an icon or a cartoon or something.