Well THAT's a fun way to start the day.

I would like to think that I was reasonably civil in this conversation. Believe me, I had a lot of cutting and horrible things I'd rather have said, but I figure I'd be saying them in anger.

mynxii, callistra and angriest - I love you guys. Thank you so much.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

I'm browsing in the religion section at the local Dymocks. I'm considering buying a book about a scientist's story of believing in God AND practicing science. I hear some old dude talking:

"Yeah. Yeah I haven't got my Christmas list yet. No, I know. I suppose I should but I just haven't got it yet."

I figure that person is talking on a phone. I look up. It's a short little old guy with white hair and a beard.

Do you realise how hard it was for me NOT TO LOSE MY SHIT in the middle of Dymocks? After the fucked morning I had, though, I just wanted to go up to the man and hug him.

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My mother has an LJ. It's the cutest thing ever and she cracks me up. She's less forgiving of heeled shoes than I am, but even I wish there were more wedge heels out there cause the huge stilettos they have are hell on my feet.

Her sentence about the Barbary Ape made me laugh the most!

Two girls, one finger.

Hey dudes.

Well, I finally succumbed. It was like this - I set it up for Helen and Lisa to watch. And I thought, "Fuck it, I'll watch it too."

Oh. MY GOD. Horrible but I was underwhelmed. This is as bad as I ever want to see. I guess I was traumatized more by goatse and the screaming and the blood, you know? Lots of shit and vomit is like, "Eh, okay. Gross, but not entirely disturbing."

Anyway, we filmed our reactions and put it on Youtube.