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Apr. 5th, 2004 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
witchscauldronDamn you Daylight Savings Time! It's gonna take me 3 or 4 days to settle my sleep hours out. Fuck. :\
Innocent women sink. Witches float. Ducks also float. You know what else floats (besides tiny rocks)? Jesus. Jesus walked on water - he floats. Soooo...Jesus was a witch. Burn him! O_o
That was my official "Bloody VIKINGS!" thought for the day, care of Monty Python.
Weather sucks ass. Snow and ice and freezing. Welcome to April in Canada. Bleh. Makes the Morg a sore beast indeed, the cold and damp. According to my arthritis index*, I should be an 87-year old.
Or something.
I love my tribe. You guys know that, right? I know I'm distant at best sometimes, and paranoid and freaked out at worst, but I love each and every one of you. Be well.
I love my satyr the mostest. I hope he knows it too.
Baking tommorow. Cake and cookies oh my.
Sugar is the bane of my existence. It's in everything, and you cannot tell me the shit is not fucking addictive. If you do I will punch you in the kidneys AND force feed you the white powdery stuff until you piss sugar-coated blood o's for a month.
Heh. Um...yeah. Watching movies today has sort of got my blood up. I'm hackling or mantling or whatever...feel the need for a good fight. Glad to know the Divine. Ms. M hasn't given up on me yet.
Ok. Going to stop the finger babble and use them more productively.
Sleep deep and dream, all you who can.
-M.
* - not an actual proper scienc-y index - just shit out of my head.
Innocent women sink. Witches float. Ducks also float. You know what else floats (besides tiny rocks)? Jesus. Jesus walked on water - he floats. Soooo...Jesus was a witch. Burn him! O_o
That was my official "Bloody VIKINGS!" thought for the day, care of Monty Python.
Weather sucks ass. Snow and ice and freezing. Welcome to April in Canada. Bleh. Makes the Morg a sore beast indeed, the cold and damp. According to my arthritis index*, I should be an 87-year old.
Or something.
I love my tribe. You guys know that, right? I know I'm distant at best sometimes, and paranoid and freaked out at worst, but I love each and every one of you. Be well.
I love my satyr the mostest. I hope he knows it too.
Baking tommorow. Cake and cookies oh my.
Sugar is the bane of my existence. It's in everything, and you cannot tell me the shit is not fucking addictive. If you do I will punch you in the kidneys AND force feed you the white powdery stuff until you piss sugar-coated blood o's for a month.
Heh. Um...yeah. Watching movies today has sort of got my blood up. I'm hackling or mantling or whatever...feel the need for a good fight. Glad to know the Divine. Ms. M hasn't given up on me yet.
Ok. Going to stop the finger babble and use them more productively.
Sleep deep and dream, all you who can.
-M.
* - not an actual proper scienc-y index - just shit out of my head.
