the orphanage was so wonderfully creepy, guillermo del toro makes/produces/gives me the best movies
aside from don't be afraid of the dark. that bored me. and his vampire book(s), i only read the first one but it bored me too
also, creepers piss me off
but discovering that old (70s) mason jars can melt in ordinary yard fires was neat. i happened upon the most delightful fire remains 'is this plastic? *tap tap tap* oh that's cool, it's melty glass' some were flat, some were puddles, all were delightful
and since i can't think of a legitimate excuse for using this gif ima just slap it on here
food has been higher carb, my pms is appeased. i trekked all over an old farm and squat lifted heavy cinderblock so i guess i got a workout in
life continues to be a confusing mystery, so all's normal on that front
this guy is wrong, there's nothing wrong with the room
[QUOTE=bloodorchid;1077134]this guy is wrong, there's nothing wrong with the room
wtf did i just watch... o_O
A tear down of THEEEEEEE most amazing movie ever
growing up, my dad would go out in bad storms and i would look out the window like this: O.O !!! it's scary what is he doing omggouigosfgusfugfkjxvmnadkh?!
tonight i became my father
tornado warnings, lightning right over my head, wind buffeting me around and i was just standing out there taking it all in. i would have stayed out there but the dog freaked out and i sighed and said 'okay'
a sibling recently moved into their first apartment, called me and asked 'am i going to die?' no you won't die. 'if i die, i love you' you won't die but i love you too
it's weird being the grown up. i don't feel like a grown up. i was just born first.
and it's difficult to type when the skin is peeled off one of my typing fingers. spend one month washing hands with a drying handsoap, spend several months trying to get hands back moisturized. one night i glooped a quarter sized dollop of cocoa butter foot cream onto my hand and rubbed em in
it all soaked in
i took that as a 'dried out hands' sign
food was 50/50. gramma foods.
waking early after 4 hours of sleep, cookie escaping the cell as soon as i blink, growling at rowdy dogs right after waking, stressing myself out and vacuuming in rainy weather made me sore, on edge and tired
reading threads with filled with assholes put me back in the mindset voldemorte liked to keep me in, and that makes me sad
at least food has been on track today
and i got all motivated to work out again. it's like i keep forgetting how much pain it puts me in. but now i just want to tired-cry
a pound of cow liver, a can of oysters, 6 egg yolks, garlic cloves, butter & hot sauce make, i'm assuming, a bowl of immortality
dogs like it too
yes, i still share with them
my back fcking hurts by the broke spot
and waka has liver mush in his chest pelt. reminds me of when bear got peanut butter in his. 'what are you doing, get your hair out of your mouth' and dog immediately slurps the hunk back in and wanders off sucking peanut butter saliva hair
i don't know why this made me cry, but this made me cry
Probably because no one was killed. Or because you hate the IRS and/or paper airplanes.
i bet that's why :( nobody died
4 hours of sleep the day before, 2 hours yesterday, lunchtime pizza with ma and sibling = i passed the &^%$ out late yesterday afternoon and slept my ass the sleep of sleeps til 6.20 this morning
dogs still alive? check
domicile unexploded? check
bloated from pizza? check
it also snowed, which is surprising as it was 70 outside the day before yesterday
i have a giant container of greek yogurt waiting for me, and it will be beautiful