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you mother goose, me grim
02/21/2006 = 07:33 AM

Today, I love my eyebrows. And that's ... it.

But it's more than I loved yesterday, so perhaps you may find me pathetic, but I actually think I'm taking steps in the right direction, and you may therefore help yourself to a nice glass of shut up.

You know how sometimes you feel like everything and everyone in the world is wrong, except you, and then suddenly you realize that you're, actually, the problem?

Or is that just me?

Well, I did, yesterday.

I was going to post a big Poor Me, Come Lurve on Me and Make Me Feel Better, and I decided that if I didn't have anything nice to say, I could certainly shut the fuck up instead. If nothing else, I could feel smug for not propulgating my megrims around the 'Net.

Megrim is one of those words we don't use nearly often enough, and we should, 'cos all you have to do is turn on Fox News or CNN most mornings and ooh, look, megrims.

So anyway, I've seen this everywhere, which is no reason for me to do it, except that, who knows, maybe it will make me feel better without a whole lot of effort on anyone else's part. I don't want to be a bother.

Johari Window

There exists, I'm told, a negative version of the same window, but I'm way too chickenshit to try that. On the bright side, at least I have the bottles to admit that I'm chickenshit, and that ought to count for something.

drinking: water
listening to: Dream Theater, 6 O'Clock
current addiction: pickled garlic. go make some. it is so easy.