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I have fuzzy-soft orange and black striped knee socks and a jack o'lantern cookie jar.

This almost makes up for losing my nose ring this morning.

Almost.

I stole this from Sola.

Look at your LJ interests list. If you have fewer than 50 interests, pick every fifth one. If you have between fifty and seventy-five interests, pick every seventh one. If you have over seventy-five interests, pick every tenth one. If you have fewer than ten, pick all of 'em. List them on your LJ, and tell everyone exactly what it is about these things that interests you so much.

-Bonfire Madigan
Bonfire Madigan opened up for Laibach at a show last year. She's a one woman revolution, with a cello and some pickups. I wasn't expecting to like whoever was opening for Laibach, as I rarely like opening acts, but the second I walked into the venue and heard this wee woman whaling (on her cello) and wailing (with her voice), I was completely transfixed. Immediately after her set, I conned the Engineer into fronting me the money to buy one of her cds from the merch booth. Haven't looked back since.

-Cat nose velvet
Cat noses are some of my favourite things in the world. I have a bad habit of rubbing the nose on any feline and shouting, "Cat nose velvet! Cat nose velvet!" I am easily amused. The cats, not so much.

-Dead mouse walking
The Engineer has a California Kingsnake named Betelgeuse. Betelgeuse went through a period of anorexia which lasted about six months, to the day. In this time period, he was still being fed live prey (not to my amusement) and because of the snake's refusal to eat, the Engineer was frequently left with pet mice. One night, when Miss Robin was over, the Engineer walked down the hall with the current mouse in its tank, heading for the snake's tank in the bedroom. Miss Robin and I immediately started cat-calling him with cries of, "Dead mouse walking!" Dead man walking, in case you don't know, is something frequently said to prisoners as they're being led to the execution chamber.

-Funeral service
I wish to care for the dead. It burns through my body like a calling to the priesthood. One day.

-Jeremy Enigk
Jeremy Enigk was the lead singer for Sunny Day Real Estate. His solo album is one of the most amazing pieces of music I've ever clapped ears upon.

-MC Frontalot
Rocking jam after jam of inaccurate songs!

-Ocean as first love
Everyone remembers their first love. Mine was the ocean. No matter how long its been since I touched fingers to the water, a part of me is always listening to the roar of the sea.

-Rats
Rats are one of my favourite animals in the world. They're survivors. And pretty goddamn cute. Especially when they sleep in a giant pig pile and give me sleepy kisses when they've first woken up, all bleary-eyed and stupid. I love their little hands. And their noses.

-Spaulding Gray
He was an amazing man with an incredible talent. RIP.

-Sword swallowing
A few years back, I got it into my head that I wanted to learn sword swallowing. After reading a few books about it, I discovered how to get rid of my gag reflex, which I spent the next two or three years doing. I'm too scattered to really focus on it anymore, but I used to be able to swallow a ruler and would show it to my co-workers whenever they doubted me. I recommend that you not make any jokes about how I lost my gag reflex, or I'll go into great detail. I guarantee it's not what you're thinking and you won't enjoy it one bit.

-urban assault karaoke
Miss Robin and I, again. This time, we were camping in the middle of a state forest and noticed the amazing acoustics in the bathrooms. We decided that we needed a portable karaoke machine.

-Zombies
I have had a serious obsession with zombies since I was a little kid and saw 'Night of the Living Dead' for the first time. At my absolute worst, I had blueprints drawn up on how to zombie-proof the house I was living in at the time. Many situations find me saying, "If zombies attacked RIGHT NOW, I'd be so fucked." These situations can range from me walking through a muddy cemetary in the middle of the night, wearing platform shoes or standing in the check-out line in a grocery store. Thee Pumpkin Girl and I saw a zombie once, for fucking serious. And the other week at work, I saw another one.

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Fancy multi-grain toast with organic peanut butter, chai apple butter, and strawberries. Earl Grey with little sugar, big milk.

I feel almost normal again.

Saturdays are made for sitting around and doing nothing, this is something I forgot in my whirlwind of working every weekend. This morning, I roused myself from the sleepy-warm cat pile curled on my bed, looked out the window and said, "Fuck it."

It's just not in me today to sit in the godforsaken office with naught but my cds and the ever-ringing phone to keep me company. Angel's not even there today, because she went away to the country with her boyfriend and his dog to visit her best friend (whose name is also Tara, at work we refer to her as 'special guest Tara').

My time card has forty-five hours or so clocked on it, that's suitable. Maybe I'll go in tomorrow for a bit, but right now, I'm just not feeling the work love. Which probably has more to do with the current political and emotional climate of the office, rather then any inherant laziness on my part.

I could do some cleaning in the apartment, maybe shift some furniture around, but I somehow suspect that I will wind up curled on the couch, clutching the squishy pumpkin pillow I bought in the grocery store yesterday and watching bad movies.