Because no one seems to be growing up.

Here's the thing, guys. Shit happens. No, really, it's true. I've seen it, so've you. It's one of those universal truths. And it ain't gonna change.

So you can get worked up over the wrongs that have been done you. You can be the perpetrator of those wrongs. You can be an unwilling victim. You can be a misunderstood martyr. But the fact of the matter is, the shit that happened? It ain't ever gonna un-happen. And keeping it alive? That's making more shit. So what should've been a small unpleasant pile of poo is now this mountain of malcontent, and friendships are ending, and groups are splitting apart, and people are getting hurt.

Maybe you were wronged. Maybe you were misunderstood. Maybe you were hurt, frustrated, confused, angry. Maybe you are innocent and maybe you aren't. I don't care.

No, I mean that. I don't. I'm done taking sides in a battle that's too ridiculous to be fought any longer. In the immortal words of one of my dearest friends:

"Hey, felluhs! Are we don' this? Really?"

C'mon. Breathe with me. All of you.

And let it go.

Seriously. You know who you are. Or you should.

Peace out, guys. Love you all. And that, I do mean.

Mom: "Wow, you look great!"

Me: "...I do?"

Mom: "Yeah, you do! Weight watchers is going well, isn't it?"

Me: "I've...lost 13 pounds..."

Mom: "It's really starting to show!!"

Me: *brief stunned silence* "Th-thank you!!"

(and later)

Mom: "You know, your hair looks really cute, too!"

Me: "Wow, you're just full of compliments today!"

Mom: "Well, my vision is improved"--(she just had laser eye surgery)--"I can finally see how cute you are!"

*blink*

*blink blink*

Am I dreaming? Someone pinch me. I mean it. Pinch me hard.

Bwhaahahaha!

Sorry for x-posting.

Lost 12.2 lbs so far! :)

Fuck yes we did!!!!!!!!!

Lost 7.2 lbs so far! :)

Just a quick Mark/Roger type sketch. Rated oh-so-G.

( Moment )

Okay, El Jay Genie, the last question was too easy, apparently, so try THIS one on for size:

I'm looking for a cartoon I remember watching when I was little. All I remember about it were there were dragons in it. Cutesy ones, though, not scary. I believe there was a mommy and two or three babies of various colors. Mommy might've been royalty, or perhaps was just friends with royalty. Babies were stolen by bad guy (or girl?). Mommy was sad; good guys had to rescue babies.

One or more of the dragons may have been yellow or pink.

THERE. Vague and obscure enough for you?

...seriously, though, this has been bugging me for years. Does it ring any vague bells for anyone out there?

El Jay, I read a book a few years ago and I can't think of what it was called or who wrote it. Help?

It was about a deer. And I'm pretty sure the same guy wrote a book about wolves...anyway. The deer was like...the fulfillment of a prophecy about deer, and he had a leaf-shaped mark on his forehead to denote this. At one point he befriends a wolf. At one point a human. And at still another, a reindeer.

Ringing any vague, obscure bells for anyone?

I just wanted to announce, here, now, so I'd have El Jay at my back on this one:

I joined weight watchers.

And there was much rejoicing.

My brother introduced me to this band, and I just bought their album on iTunes. They're pretty good! They've got some really fun stuff. My new favorite lyric, in fact, is: "I found God in a catalytic converter in Topeka on a Monday night." I mean, how do you not love a band that starts out with that as a lyric to a song?

Anyway, they're called Ludo. They're from St. Louis, which of course makes me like 'em, 'cause you know, home state and all. But they've got some talent, too. Here's their most popular song at the moment, Love Me Dead.

Love Me Dead

I recommend givin' them a look-see. :)

Just thought I'd post a link...

Windstone Dragon Ebay Listing

Times, they is tough. :-/

Hello, flist. A friend of mine is in danger of being kicked out of her apartment. Unfortunately I'm not in a financial position to help her much, but I didn't feel right doing nothing. I advised her to set up a paypal donation fund.

If anyone is inclined or can spare a few bucks, drop her a line.

She's here.

Again, not going to guilt anyone or coerce, I just feel like there are probably plenty of philanthropists in LJ land, and I could at least serve as a bridge from someone in need to someone with means to help.

Thanks for listening.

I have nothing to say!

Watch as I post anyway!

cha cha cha!

No, really. I'm just taking up space here. But I figure I don't post that often so I get to spam for no particular reason now and again, right?

So, my flist: Tell me somethin' good!

polskipiwo is visiting me right now! :) We went to see The Dark Knight last night, ordered pizza, then zonked out; she's showering now (*peeks!*) and then we're gonna go to Starbucks.

But allow me to tell you a story. When she got here yesterday, we were getting ready to go to Wal Mart, and we were standing by her car. Someone drove by and whistled at her (understandably; she's hot). She laughed, rolled her eyes, and said something sarcastic about her 'bootilicious' booty being irresistible--when suddenly her car orgasmed.

Well, okay, a coke in the backseat exploded. But from the look on her face--this combination of surprise and utter bafflement--I could tell it was the first thought she'd had. And to be honest, that's really what it looked like.

Funniest thing I've seen in a very long time.

None of you is trying to call me, right? 0_0 I have two missed calls from a 905 area code, which google tells me is Ontario.

*blink*

Forget aerobics. To really get your heart rate up, simply follow these few simple steps:

1) Get yourself a housesitting job for people with at least 1 dog. For maximum effect, multiple dogs are preferable.

2) Come over and let them into the back yard so they can relieve themselves.

3) Fail to notice the gate is standing wide open.

0_0

All is well. They came when I called. But oh. My. God. I think I got my maximum heart rate for the fucking WEEK.

I am having some very...unexpected thoughts. But in the interest of NOT making life-altering decisions when I'm tired and hormonal, I will keep them mostly to myself, except to say this: true identity is an elusive thing.

ETA: Just to clarify, it's nothing BAD. I mean...I'm not contemplating suicide or anything like that. So no one worry or anything. I'm just a little bit boggled at the moment.

Not a character any of you would know, nor probably something most of you are terribly interested in, but...humor me?

I DREW SOMETHING!!!

After months and months and months of block, I finally DREW something--and wonder of wonders, I actually LIKE it!

It's Kai, my fallen angel boy.

( This is where you humor me! )