In a semi-asleep yet still moving and doing stuff mood, I have come upon two minor epiphanies.
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Santa Claus’s name is Claus. Santa means “Saint”. You might as well call him “Mister”
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Phrogger would be an entirely different game.
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I’m hungry, but there’s nowhere nearby I want to eat.
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Mentos are not particularly tasty.
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I made chocolate chip cookies last night!
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I hated the movie “Religulous.”
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I almost forgot my cell phone the other day. I remembered it just before I went into the train station (subway), and went back to my apartment to get it.
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The Human Resource people at the company you are employed at are not on your side.
- In 1988, Francis McDormand was eminently fuckable.
Yeah, Margie, from Fargo.
I just watched Mississippi Burning was utterly shocked to realize that she hasn’t always exuded that ‘terse aunt that bitches too much and smells of decorative candles’ aura. I’d have given her about a 7.5, and a good salesman could’ve have talked me into an 8.25. Hell, she had a touch of ‘Rachel McAdams from the Notebook’ vibe, which is a fucking great vibe, btw.
Frankly, I think I was less shocked when I was grumbleteen and learned that, in a pinch, you could drink your own piss and not, you know, die.
My weltanschauung has taken a direct hit, and I’m listing visibly to port. Mayday, Mayday…
I’ve recently become really intrigued by gums (the thing that holds your teeth in). They’re just so weird. They need to stay wet. If you floss them and fiddle with them, it makes them stronger. They feel funny. I swear mine are getting messed up by my night appliance.
I want to know more about gums…
Francis McDormand hot and awesome in Laurel Canyon, from 2001. The movie’s just ok, but she’s great in it.
I had two tires go flat simultaneously Wednesday night. Now I have four new tires, and 300 fewer dollars.
I like Coke Zero, but it tastes AWFUL if you sip it right after eating something sweet.
Monday night was the first time in over 6 years that I vomited. It was probably the first time in close to 15 years that I vomited for a reason unrelated to alcohol. It was a veggie wrap, at a hospital cafeteria. I didn’t see that one coming.
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Last Friday, I had my sixth flat tire in a year and a half. Today, I have all new tires (Christmas from Dad. Thanks, Dad!)
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My cell phone battery ran down, and I absolutely could not find where I packed my charger. Not in this box. Not in that box. Not in yonder box. Where was it? Tucked into my jacket pocket where I would have easy, instantaneous access . . . if I were still in Texas where it’s cold enough to wear a jacket.
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I have been procrastinating on my job search by reading an article about procrastination. How Zen is that?
I had a debate the other day with someone over whether or not the song “Cry Little Sister” is about incest and now I can’t decide what I think.
But seriously,
Seriously?
I wish I was on glucophage instead of metformin because the name is just so cool. Gluco = sugar, phage = devourer. Devourer of sugar. Much better name.
Blood glucose hit 176 today, the lowest ever since I’ve been checking. Despite the name, metformin works.
Yes, I do think of nothing but blood sugar. Why do you ask?
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My tooth still hurts even though I had a root canal. I want to have the two fillings I need on the left side of my mouth so it won’t hurt anymore, but I already spent $300 yesterday on the root canal and can’t afford any more treatments till after payday. This has put a damper on Christmas shopping, to say the least.
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I need to wash my hair.
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I need new clothes. My sisters say I dress like a nun, or at least one of those ladies who pass out religious tracts on the street. I’m hesitant to change my look, though, because I am afraid of overcorrecting my wardrobe to the point that I look like a wannabe MILF who’s trying too hard and have people I know smirk and say, “Yup, just got divorced, huh?” when they see me.
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I can’t stand the word “weeaboo.” I was called one on another thread a couple of months ago and got offended. I’m an otaku, not a weeaboo. There’s a difference. At least weeaboos leave the house occasionally.
My guitar is the most beautiful thing ever. And I’ve never heard any other guitar that sounds like this one. And it was cheap as shit. Stuff this awesome never happens to me. I’m sure God will be along soon to correct his error.
It’s even deeper than that. If you say Saint Nicholas quickly (jolly ol’ St. Nick), it sounds like Santa Claus.
I have an adrenaline headache. I had to make a call today that I was dreading and got myself a little worked up over, and it actually went really smoothly, so once I hung up all the adrenaline had drained and I was weak & sorta tired, and now I have a headache from it.
When I go home, i will have no internet again most likely. And the thought of that bums me out.
I should give my service provider a call or something to fix it. Because being in a Studio apartment with no TV or Internet or Books is REALLY REALLY boring.
Now I’m kind of freaked out about my gums.
So I’ll retaliate with - have you ever thought about your tongue? Really thought about it? Like, how it just lays there in your mouth?
I am NEVER going to get off work.
Also, my tummy hurts. A lot.
But that’s not even the weird part.
The weird part is that when people really like each other–they feel compelled to rub their tongues together! :eek:
An even weirder part, often sparks commence when they rub their tongues together despite the moisture! 
It’s not just me, right? 
The one thing I hate about having some stupid illness like, say, a common cold (3 in my group of 8 right now) is how it slows the brain.
There’s no water in the building at all. We may have to go out to eat if the water at the cafeteria doesn’t get fixed soon.
For some reason, my laptop shuts itself down when I use it at the hotel between the hours of 6:30am and 10:30pm. I suspect some sort of interference. Sucks, though 
Tripping while going up stairs is slightly dorky but somewhat understandable. We’ve all done it.
Bashing one’s nose on the edge of a step when one trips goes right to the limits of dorkiness.
(I’m not broken, just a little sore. One inch higher on my nose and I might have been in surgery today.)
All the ads are for gum disease…
I forgot my lovebird was sitting on my shoulder this morning, and put on a necklace. The necklace was twisted, and I tried to straighten it. Fingers got too close to the bird, and WHAM! Cut cuticle. Bitch.*
*It’s a good thing for her she’s so damned adorable.