ON ACCEPTING THE FRENCH IDEA OF GENIUS:

Roy and I made excellent food tonight: steak on the grill, roasted taters, broccoli and coconut shrimp. I am sick, but I am full and happy. PS thanks to my chicas for the donation of their sweet grill when they left me, at least I have good food to remember you by. We use the grill a lot! The novel is up to 111 pages...wooo hooo, and although Rabbit's novel is WAY more exciting, but I think folk might want to read mine too. Take a look at my snippet, and tell me what you think.
Roy's annual Luzerne Canoe Trip is this weekend, and I've decided to stay home again, it's not that I don't love the trip, but I have a Bruce to watch, and sometimes I think it's nice to be apart for a few days, it makes coming home that much cooler. So, my plans for the weekend are few, work out a few times and work on my big gay novel, maybe talk Rabbit into a ride in Grimace, or go see the DTs at Boomarangs if I get too bored to breathe. I do have more anime on its way, and if things get to be too much, I can always sit my ass down at Barnes and Noble and read some manga.
So, call me bitches, I'll be around.

FINANCIAL AID IS ON IT'S WAY!!!!

(Imagine here that a chorus of angels has dropped down above me, they are playing the overture from Handel's messiah!)

It's enough to make someone find religion, really. I can pay rent, I can buy groceries! YA HOOOOooo!

Our Top Story:

I burnt my finger making my sis a b-d present. It involved an unfortunate error in glue gun operation. The worst part about a glue gun burn is that one must wait for the glue to cool before removing the glue, but usually by that time you're pretty much screwed. Luckily, the resulting blister (located on the tip of my middle finger, and making it difficult to type...how I suffer for my friends, really) didn't peel off when the glue did. Martha Stewart is suddenly feeling ashamed, but has no idea that it's because her tips on glue gun safety went unheeded, again. This is my fourth or fifth glue gun injury. NO, I don't think I would be better off with some elmer's school glue, because, quite frankly, it just doesn't hold glitter and beads the way hot glue does. Sometimes one has to suffer in order to create art; most of the time the suffering is internal, either emotional or mental, but sometimes, just sometimes, that suffering involves extremely hot glue sticking to sensitive surfaces, like fingers and inner thighs. (I have a scar from that one! Whooo hoo. It hurt like shit, and please take my advice when I say never, ever, ever use a hot glue gun to glue something while you hold it mid-air over your shorts wearing legs.) Art is pain, my friends...just ask the goth kids working at cinnabon, they'll tell you.

In other news: I have cramps, and that was too much information.

In other, other news: I bought one of those big workout balls, and it is a lot of fun to roll around on. But, Roy is a pervert who makes everything seem dirty, when it is not. So what I like to bounce up and down on my big blue ball?

And lastly: I realized how slimfast diets work, I am allowed to eat 2 slimfast meal replacement bars/drinks per day, have 3 snacks, and one real meal. Guess what? I don't want to eat those nasty bars anymore, but I will, because I am a chubbo. So, I am allowed to eat what I don't want to eat, and since I don't want to eat it I don't eat anything. Right now all I want is some freaking ramen noodles, or some cheese, or maybe a bologna sandwich, but I can't have that. ARGH! I've got PMS munchies, it's too late in the day to drink soda, and I can't eat anything I want, so I'm just gonna bitch and drink water all night. I will bitch about my finger, my fat butt, and anything else I want to, because I want a bologna sandwich: "BACK OFF ME I'M STARVING!!!" Eh, maybe I'll eat an orange.

Ta Ta for now...The End.