Things

There are few things about Oregon that I have ever liked in my life. However, after getting stuck in Ashland with a bad alternator and tension springy thingy...thing, one that is good is that someone other than either myself or srichard has more brains than either of us. The suggestion worked out well, especially as srichard lost the tread of her tire in Weed, and then we would have been stranded without either car.

No yays for that.

Having completed an exciting midnight hegira to Oakland, we have arrived and immediately started bickering about who is doing what. If you truly want details, look at her journal, for she's the shameless hussy in this room, not me.

Props to everyone who allowed me to bitchslap them, order them around, or talk to them somewhat nicely (as in, I didn't directly want to kill THEM.)

When I get home, which will probably be delayed by a 7.0 earthquake, and then hitting a deer and then getting arrested, I plan to go to my father's mechanic's shop with an automatic weapon...H&K MP5 for preference, but we'll see. They should have seen at least the tension spring. I'd stop by Ashland and firebomb the entire town, but after several important realisations (as a result of much discussion) I've decided that the town can live. However, I have to start cutting back on people that I am only obligated to in life. I may move to Tibet and join a lamasery for a while, but have not decided yet.

At any rate, srichard is sitting here in a towel, the shameless minx, and eating a Camembert sandwich.

So if there's something important that I absolutely must see on your LJ, link me directly, or email me. Otherwise...dude. I'm on thirty comms. I'm not going all the way back to the start.

Oh, and Riley hates me now. I never let her go outside.

Multi state murder and adultery spree...now with icing!

Have purchased icing at the store, to the great derision of srichard, who believes that I am going to go on a multi-state adultery spree and end it with a bout of killing. All my victims will be marked with icing.

I think it'll be a nice touch to leave my murder victims with big, scary clown faces.

I had no part in this plan. Really!

Anyway. Nearly-naked shameless hussy wandering around. Suppose I should see about that before social services wind up here to find out why we left the dog and the cat alone for a dinner with her aunt, which went well, all things considered.

Had to restrain self from nearly laughing once, but other than that, went well.

And the Riley got attacked by a Very Mean Dog at the dog park. Of course, it didn't help that the other dog's owner was a total asshat. But she is unharmed.