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Get OVER it already.
Beat you to it, but...[insert hearty emoticons]
Painkiller induced dreams will do this to one.
The hearty emoticons in particular, I think I actually saw some come out of Dream Alby's mouth.
Yeah I said Alby, wanna fight about it?
My subconscious mind is literally retarded in that area, okay?
Much rather it had been 80 grand.
Just kidding! A collective shudder, and we move on.
I used to be much cooler.

Telegram:
On hiatus. stop.
At least until Tuesday. stop.

Am I trouble?
In addition to my so called syphilitic mommy situation--am I generally too much of an investment? Am I just too much? Do people run from me in droves because I don't convey "easy lay" or "all fun, all the time"?

I don't think so...but I'm getting paranoid. Maybe they run when I'm not looking?

I mean, good binkleschweig, my blog used to be  about politics and look where we are today!  

Men don't like 'too much'. They despise complex. They think it means crazy. Hence, Britney Spears'  neverending popularity among the hetero set. I bring up men because, as I've mentioned, what men think is paramount. Just flip on your tv and you'll see what I mean.

Men, science and money. And manipulation of these.
Note to Adrien Brody: I am kidding--I AM all fun all the time! It was the headache talking before...

There are two mermen.
At first I wasted the merman nick on some guy I kind of know, but it is better suited for merman #2. Someone asked me who the merman was, and #2 was the only one I thought of. I do have a concussion, LOL.
 
Perhaps we should call #2 MerBOY, but he is way too mature for that. Having met him a whole three times, I feel particularly knowledgeable in this area. I also like 'wood sprite', 'cutie wumpus', and 'sneezer'. I do so love nicknaming unsilly men the most, I know they think it's childish and ridiculous. It is.
 

The Accident and the lead pipe.
Remember that post about the lead pipe?

Well, I got a glimpse of it right before a small truck hit me. Don't think it was my fault, but I keep thinking there was something I could have done; I'm sure the other guy is blaming me, so whatever.

Got a minor concussion, a nasty cut, and major body ache just for fun, but the unpaid days off work are going to be awesome too. Gotta buy a used car with my moving/cc bill money.

Fantastic.

I don't feel well.
I wish I could say it isn't as bad as it sounds, but I can't. My car didn't explode, and everyone's alive. So there's that.

Further evidence that physics and money rule the universe.

Air conditioning. Gift from God.
An apartment without air conditioning is enough to make one fear hell; if only for the heat. It makes one feel thick and soggy and completely unable to perform basic functions.
 
I do have an air conditioner sitting here in a box. I looked at the directions once and am afraid to do it again, it appears to require much screwing and drilling?? This is a time when it would be a comfort to have someone here. To hold the air conditioner so I don't drop it two stories. Sigh. Hot.

Slowly, slowly love. part two awaiting final edit.
I am waiting for Grand Acts of Love and Devotion (this is not difficult, read on).
Terribly, my type of man is unavailable inherently and immediately; as I am not their type. So then, merely showing interest constitutes a Grand Act; more movement or more layers of unavailability, and he is sewn to me. It is difficult to rip stitching.
It is somewhat relieving to know the megalomania is still there.

The end is fucking nigh.
The earth's magnetic field is deteriorating at a rate of 10-15%. The level of CO2 hasn't been so high--without an ice age occurring.
Plus, Jada Pinkett's band is opening for Britney Spears.
Sweet dreams!

Friday #1: I forgot to be nice.
The merman is going back to the Sargasso Sea. I forgot to say nice friendy-like things like "have a good trip" and "hope you come back soon" to indicate that a)I think he's swell and b)I understand the finer points of social interaction.

I don't think he noticed though. In fact I don't think he noticed me at all. Merfolk are like that. I do have much more to say about this, like, how come I forgot almost programmed parting responses, but my eyes don't care and are closing to spite me.

President John Edwards, 2012.
I heart John Edwards in a big way, as some of you may recall; from his mill workin' dad to his taking stuff to disaster victims before anyone knew who he was. He should be at the top of the ticket and make George "I'm a fake Texan who got rejected fom law school" Bush cry (Republicans should remember that whilst perpetuating lame lawyer stereotypes); but #2 is okay with me for now. The debate between he and "Black Hole where his heart should be" Cheney will be one for the ages.

I'd venture to say I'm delighted.

The tendency of the universe is toward chaos.
The universe is expanding. Things are moving further away from each other in space, so it is no wonder that the natural inclination of people is to move away. To separate. To move on.

But there are miscreants at odds with the universe, who want to hold on even as our knuckles ache. But, like Rosie Perez in Fearless, no matter how hard we hold on, it is physically impossible to keep what we're holding to. It's one of those irritating Zen-like lessons that says do nothing, feel nothing, want nothing--and be happy! Physics will have its way. Science is all there is in the end.

So why do I still have such a problem with it?

Dissapointed in myself, more later tonight.

Uh oh.
If you wonder whether someone likes you, the answer is probably no.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Hard concept for me to grasp.
I was in New York City today and didn't get lost. It was a first, very exciting.
May it be a bellwether of things to come.