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I am a hybrid of: Indie Girl Progressive Girl Click on the pictures below to read more: Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

I'd rather gouge my eyes out than drive an SUV or own a TiVO. And I really, really loathe this sort of shit. Girl? I'm nearly 28, and can kick your ass. Girls are between the ages of three and eleven. Then you have young women, then women. It makes me feel like I have girl power, which hopefully means that my nail polish and my lipstick will match, today, just like every day. Cause, you know, it's hard to tell when your pink lipstick doesn't EXACTLY match your nail polish. That's why you need GIRL POWER.

And another point. Who the fuck wants to date someone who can decide what sort of meal they want to cook you (in a slip of the Freud, that originally read "kill you") based on a book, rather than on something they actually like? If your meal is in opposition to what they like, does that mean they should forget about dating you? What if you don't like the meal that you supposedly will?

But other than that, it's sort of accurate.

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I feel like utter, utter crap. I think there's an alien in my head and it's decided to be born, so don't be surprised to see my head come off some time very soon. I hope it's a wrap up to the Head Full Of Snowglobe feeling that I've mentioned before, because otherwise I'd like to know why I'm having difficulty standing up without falling flat on my face.

Gnh. Pending a successful walk through and a signing of a contract that spells out the seemingly-odd move in terms, the heroin hut will be mine tomorrow. Possibly because it is pissing down rain today, I bought three lamps in preparation for this.

Grey, ugly weather. I want more fall first.

I have disconnected sentences running through my head, bits of journal posts, bits of stories, words and images. I need to let some of them out, or they'll overtake me utterly.

I sort of want to do a number of set pieces for LJ - no idea how I'd define them as set pieces yet, but I was thinking about poverty and my lack thereof today. So perhaps I'll write that tomorrow, if I can do it in between answering seventy squillion emails, various legal activities (flat and billing of Wizards), haircut, and the ever-infamous ETC.

I need to go whack a giant chunk out of my reading list. When you feel crap the only thing to do is get a book and go to bed. My to-read pile is reaching epic proportions.

I need to do Hand of Glory posts. In case anyone wondered. I'm not dead. Merely blah.

So very bored and sort of ill. When I die, the disease shall be named after me, and Babe Ruth will mock me. I should have seen that one coming.