The Fuck-It List.

Here it is. The best list I've seen in a while. Over at feministe.us they mentioned the "Fuck-It List". It's a list of things you don't care if you don't do before you die. Quote:

Create an anti-bucket-list, called a Fuck-It List, full of things that you feel absolutely no need to do before you die. Here are some of mine, at least a few of which I was at some point convinced I should want:

My Fuck-It List:

- Watch "Sex in the City"
- Go to overcrowded straight clubs
- Have casual meaningless sex
- Be the perfect little wife in the perfect little home
- Get all boring
- Conform
- Get plastic surgery
- Watch another Harry Potter movie
- Watch another Twilight movie
- Watch any more crime tv
- Spend huge amounts of money on things that aren't worth it
- Dye my hair wild colours
- Sky-diving
- Bungi jumping
- Snowboarding
- Any extreme fucking sport
- Actually, any sport in general, other than casually swimming.
- Date a businessman
- Work in the city at a big building with lots of offices
- Rush to find a man
- Have the perfect wardrobe
- Have the perfect hair-cut
- Be a proper feminine woman

Trivia!

Q. What's better than a period?
A: A period that comes WITH A MIGRAINE!!!

Another list cause I want to.

I felt like it. This is a list of things I want to do before I die:

- Swim with a dolphin.
- Travel around America, visit New Orleans, LA again, San Fransisco (I'll try not to stalk the Mythbusters), Boston, New York, go to Burning Man.
- Visit Egypt and visit the Valley of the Kings. See Abu Simbel and Deir el Bari with my own eyes. And Karnak.
- Visit India.
- See real Scottish Highlands, see Ayrshire where my Mum's father's folk are from.
- Go to Germany, see the cool Egyptian stuff they have in the museum. Wander Berlin and soak in the culture of my father's country.
- Visit Malta, where my grandmother is born.
- Have a baby. Hold it, look into its eyes, carry it with me day and night in a papoose, change its dirty fucking nappy, endure its crying from collic, mourn for my looser tummy but get untold joy in watching a new little spirit grow up. Try to teach him/her all the wonderful lessons my mother learnt from her mother, and so on.
- Fall in love. Real, wonderful, terrible, long-lasting love.
- Scuba-dive at Ningaloo reef and swim with a whale shark.
- Publish many comics.
- Publish my novel.
- See my little sister have her babies.
- Have a concert and play my own music. Even if it's just me and a handful of friends.
- Finish my concept album.
- Do a cabaret show.
- See a cat have kittens.
- Ride a horse again.
- See my nieces and nephews grow up into wonderful adults.
- Go to Japan and see all the beautiful Shinto temples and gorgeous scenery. Buy a lot of Astroboy shit.
- Go to Indonesia and sit with an orang-utan.
- Go to London and steal apolla. Or at least go lad around and have fun.

That's all I can think of for now. I'm sure there's so much more. The world is so big and wonderful and terrible. So much to do in this life. Wow. This list really helped me feel better! (I was feeling horribly depressed when I woke up!)

Revolucion!

Dearest Uterus,

Why the competition between us? I had a thought (I have an awful lot of those) that if we combined our powers for evil, we would rule the world! Or at least rule the body we reside in, which is the next best thing! Whaddaya say? I can also bombard her body with signals to release hormones that create a craving for the very foods that'll set me off into an electrical storm that is a migraine! While that happens, you do your thing, and we will be triumphant! Whaddaya say?

Yours in greyness,
The Brain.

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Dear Brain,

You are one evil fucking son-of-a-bitch. I like the way you think. It's period time! Get to work!

Fuck you,
Uterus.
PS - I bet we can get her to take more than one dose of codeine today!

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Dear Uterus,

Yay opiates!

-B

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Dear Brain and Uterus,

I hate you both.

--Nancy.