||[29 Jul 2009|10:49pm]
There's always a way
Here in November in this house of leaves
Please, I know it's hard to believe
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered trees
Still can't sleep. I stare at my ceiling, hoping that tonight, my eyes will slide shut, and Morpheus will wander around and knock me the frell out. But that black bastard is too busy saving Neo's pale ass to come 'round here anymore, it seems. Eventually, I do get some sleep, a few hours, but again, I think that's more my brain seizing and failing than genuine sleep.
But as long as I excercise when I wake, and drink my shake and coffee, I am capable of appearing to be a rational, well, as rational as I get...human...well, as human as I get...being.
Sorry, too petered out for a good comment on the being thing.
Made chicken marsala for myself, and my friends Judas and Krystle. It was a bit sweet, but I blame that on the wine I was using. And even so, a little salt and lawrys, and it was all good.
Made chicken and dumbling soup for Tash, her boyfriend, and her roomies. It was good, and, plus, they had never had drop dumplings before. Double score.
Then we played lunch money. I was reduced to hit points early on, and then, through careful manuever and playing all of them off of each other, won.
That's right. At the end, I had literally -1- hit point.
See, MY lunchmoney is played slightly more....catastrophiclly than it is normally.
Normally, when you play a Humiliation, you only play one damage card, and it negates whatever they were doing.
In mine? You HAVE to empty our hand of damage cards on the unfortunate little pigtailed schoolgirl you are blasting into the lower atmosphere. And describe it. With insults.
It's a good thing.
Anyway! Tonight's song is an old favorite of mine, to which I was very happy to hear, Haunted by Poe.
It took me three tries to close that bold tag. I had /o at first, then o, then b. THEN /b. Good god, I'm melting.
Vicki was over tonight. Hung out, had dinner, she washed her clothes, it was calm.
What else is new...OH! I gots me a new camera. 8 mp. It's nice. I may even take some photos with it. Likely more of PSYCHOTHEPUPPY than of me. Because, well...Achilles is FARRRR cuter than me.
One sec, gotta kill the heater.
Much better. Vicki doesn't generate her own heat, you see. You have to wear layers if you hug her, lest you get frostbite.
I just sat staring at my screen for fifteen minutes as I tried to remember what these funny little things on this computer did. Apparently, they are letters on keys. Oh boy.
Work is fine, very boring right no as very few people are coming in. Apparently, they are learning to use Google.
One poor woman...I did a full viral removal and re-install for her not two weeks ago.
Cost her a fortune.
Two weeks later, she has virus' again because she decided to go with AVG.
Eris have mercy, because you know I don't.
Not sure what else to say, to be honest. I see things around me growing in corruption and lies, and I see things withering and dying in truth, and I have to wonder, what's the point? The virtuous do not propser, the Right do not succeed, and those who stay true to Virture...are stepped on by those who do not. Lies are the only fertilizer that seems to work on the soil of betrayl that everything seems planted in, nowadays.
Nice guys finish last because assholes finish first.
Look around you. The victories gained by being moral, upright, and solid in your ways? How long do they last before they are swept aside as nothing by those who take a lower path? Sure, you have the nice feeling of knowing your a 'better person', but that panacea fails to live up to to the pain of looking around, and realizing that nothing, NOTHING you are doing as a GOOD PERSON is getting you ANYWHERE. And if they play their cards right, well...no comeuppence ever comes. The crime is forgotton, buried, and moved past, providing the pavement for the truck to roll right over you again, and again, and again.
I tried your feathery wings.
I'll have my leathery ones back.
Because this way gives me everything
That your purity lacks.
I'm tired of the high and the mighty
I'm tired of treading the proper path
Because I know why the nice guy finishes last
And I'm tired of doing the math.
I have no idea where that came from. Sorry! Ugh. I am so out of it. Out of it like whoa.
Let's go to candy mountain, Chaaaarrlliieee....
Also? Tonight? I care not about my spelling. Nyeah.