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Oy, what a night. All were wound up tighter than..well. Heh. Pretty tightly. No stopping for anything.

*LOVES the holidays*

(heavy sarcasm)

Thank GOD Sherri has this freakishly insane sense of humour...'Breakin' the Law..Breakin' the Law..Breakin' the Law..'

Uh. Yeah. Braindead.

It couldn't hoit.

I think I am gonna get into the Yoga thing; at least, a little -- my son and I had begun last year RIGHT before he injured his hip, effectively putting the kibosh on it. Just a few stretches that I vaguely remembered from this old tape of my daughter's and I felt so *actually good* upon awakening...rather than the usual utter lethargic horror of being drug into consciousness again..also. ENOUGH, ALREADY with the cigarettes, you know?

I gotta cut down. My one coworker was talking about these machines that you can get to roll them yourself..WITH *filters*. I didn't know they came with *filters*..I just thought that you ended up with something that looked like a joint..and smelled twice as bad..but, apparently, no. And at a third of the cost; which is a huge incentive, as well. Also, you can roll a certain amount ahead of time -- thus insuring a limit -- and carry them around in a sleek, pretentious cigarette case like Robert Smith does. Heh. Bonus.

And who knows? If they are 'that nasty', I just may end up quitting.

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If there is at least one person in your life who you consider a close friend, and who you would not have met without being part of an online fandom, post this sentence in your journal.

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Wow.

Have cleaned house, somewhat; deleted over two HUNDRED pics from my picfile..and THERE ARE STILL WAYYY TOO MANY. Dang.

*uses a machete*

Fuckin' gave up on the fuckin' StiffAsToys board. No matter what I do..I get the error ('broken or busy') page. Have emailed them, but don't really expect any sort of response.

Off to tapdance amongst the death and madness.

Yay.