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Mwuahahaha! I have achieved librariness! I have books. *purrs and curls up to the pile of books.* Mine, mine, mine....until I have to give them back. Alas. I have fantasy, science-fiction, horror, and history, so I feel pretty well-rounded.
Also, watch a hotdog be violated by a plastic squid for YOUR pleasure: Click on 'How Does It Work?' It breeds, it breeds!
My father is starting a business. Really launching himself into it. On one hand, I'm very happy for him. He's a serious Type A sort of person, and I think that he will really enjoy owning his own place, and will probably make a success of it. On the other hand...he wants me to work there. This is the person with which I can't spend two hours in the company of without having some manner of major argument. We're both incredibly stubborn, and he's not the most patient of people. I have to help out, though. Kind of my duty. But I'm not giving up my own personal dreams to work there forever. We would both go very insane in a short period of time.
In other news, starting on my semi-annual 'I feel lonely' cycle. Probably because I'm mostly cut off from my friends, and can't do anything with them because of my lack of transportation. But, although for the most part, I'm very happily single, right now I really, really wish I had someone to cuddle.
Oddly enough, this makes me angry. Angry enough to make a completely unfair rant, about one of my favorite soapbox subjects. It's utterly biased, and--in case you're wondering--addressed at absolutely no one who is (to my knowledge) reading this LJ. Because most of them only talk to me when their life is in the crapper, it seems. Which also makes me angry.
Angry because most of my friends are guys, single guys, who insist on asking me that dreaded question...( text )
Also, watch a hotdog be violated by a plastic squid for YOUR pleasure: Click on 'How Does It Work?' It breeds, it breeds!
My father is starting a business. Really launching himself into it. On one hand, I'm very happy for him. He's a serious Type A sort of person, and I think that he will really enjoy owning his own place, and will probably make a success of it. On the other hand...he wants me to work there. This is the person with which I can't spend two hours in the company of without having some manner of major argument. We're both incredibly stubborn, and he's not the most patient of people. I have to help out, though. Kind of my duty. But I'm not giving up my own personal dreams to work there forever. We would both go very insane in a short period of time.
In other news, starting on my semi-annual 'I feel lonely' cycle. Probably because I'm mostly cut off from my friends, and can't do anything with them because of my lack of transportation. But, although for the most part, I'm very happily single, right now I really, really wish I had someone to cuddle.
Oddly enough, this makes me angry. Angry enough to make a completely unfair rant, about one of my favorite soapbox subjects. It's utterly biased, and--in case you're wondering--addressed at absolutely no one who is (to my knowledge) reading this LJ. Because most of them only talk to me when their life is in the crapper, it seems. Which also makes me angry.
Angry because most of my friends are guys, single guys, who insist on asking me that dreaded question...( text )
