February 2nd, 2005

Brilliant!

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Okay. Random ramblings of the Bored and the Restless, because come on, people. I can only stay inside for SO long before I go. COMPLETELY. INSANE.

I should take a walk today. Maybe that's what I'll do.

It seems like, lately, my entire EXISTANCE revolves around Wednesdays, which is when the Hi-Liter comes out, which holds ads for available jobs. I look online every day, too. I don't KNOW if I can lift 50 pounds! I'M SORRY. I THINK I could, but I don't have a scale here to weigh something to see if it is fifty pounds. Why, you ask? I. AM NOT. A MASOCHIST. If there was a scale here, I would be weighing myself, then jumping off a bridge. Curiosity killed the Nelli.

There's some sort of stupid game that this town plays...they parked a car on the ice at the lake and put a sign on top saying "When will it fall through? Buy tickets to guess! $10 for one ticket! $20 for two tickets!"

First of all. DUH. Second of all, what is the prize? The car itself? I'm pretty sure the upholstery will be ruined.

THEN, we saw a shitload of geese on the river. Aren't they supposed to fly south? Admittedly, Wisconsin IS south from Canada, but...are these just the lazy geese who didn't want to spend the winter in the Caribbean? Or are they the hardy geese, the ones who sit around and drink beer and eat cheese all winter, and beat up Vikings fans? WE MAY NEVER KNOW.

It's possible that I will spend the next two hours spamming my LJ with meme results, but I'm not sure. It's still overcast here but I THINK I MIGHT see something resembling sunlight filtering through the cloud cover. Then again, my vision could be getting worse as I speak. That would make my day complete.

I thought this was longer than it actually was. I seem to lack the ability to write insanely long and interesting rants...they come out more like ADD blurts of brainly spasms. I suppose I could sit here and type the same word two hundred times, but I'm not that patient.
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Brilliant!

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Dear Ovaries:

Why must you torment me so? It's not even our bleeding time, and you still like to play with hot pokers.

Are you what is known as My Biological Clock? Are you telling me we need to have babies? Well, guess what.

I'M ONLY 23! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!

So, dear Ovaries, BUGGER OFF. We are NOT having children anytime soon, or maybe EVER. What do you think of that? Hmm?

Now. I am the boss here. You will do what I say or I will have you removed.

Clear? Clear. Good. I'm glad we had this chat.

Love, The Human You Call Home
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