Today is a lucky, lucky day.

Unfortunately for me, all I feel is an oppressive weariness. I am so very unnaturally tired – much more so than the usual “not a morning person” kind of tired. I can’t help but wonder if I’m coming down with something – perhaps a raging case of mono due to all that making out I did – but I have never been more glad that today is Friday and I have no plans until around 3pm tomorrow. I plan to spend most of the time between 5pm and the aforementioned following-day 3pm naked, in bed, with cats and books and a DS. It will be very, very good.

How tired am I? So tired that I’m wearing a hat.

Now that’s tired.

Come to think of it, spending 080808 in bed WOULD be very lucky. I wonder if there’s any way I could pull it off.

So hey, it’s tattoo time again. The piece I want is text – 8 (or 10, if I mod it a little) words in three lines. Where should I put it? I’m way too tired to make this decision for myself, so I’m leaving it up to the internets. Decide where my ink goes, please. I’d like it to be somewhere readable by me and also by people who don’t get to see me naked on a regular basis, so that should narrow it down a little.

And .. go.

Fuck you, PETA – there are some lines that are just not cool to cross, and this is one of them.

I am going to eat many, many meats today.

Seriously, wtf.

Do you ever wish you had a more .. salacious past?

My own wanton past is nothing to sneer at (unlike my wonton past, which was really too salty and overcooked), but sometimes I wish I had taken more .. liberties with people. Especially when I was younger and completely oblivious to my own sexual charms.

I know the popular saying is “if I had known then what I know now”, but in my case, I think that knowledge would have NOT kept me out of trouble but rather have led to a great deal more nudity in mixed company.

Are you ever too old to indulge in your filthy, lustful daydreams?

On that note, does anyone want to make out?

I’m wearing polka-dotted shoes with pin-striped short pants.

Take that, society! I am thumbing my nose at you!

I’m manually adding Delicious Juice Dot Posts from March 30, 2001 until October 30th, 2006 to a subdomain of this website. Manually, as in by hand. I’ve been at it for almost 2 hours now, and I have March through June of 2001 done.

If I add these posts at a rate of one month per night, it’ll still take me over 65 days to do it.

I think I may have to work faster.

Still, I’ll be glad to have my archives online again. They’re horrible and embarrassing to read, but where else am I going to go to find out what I did on February 23. 2003?

I’ll give the URL once I get a little more content added. It’s not perfect – pictures won’t import, and text that linked elsewhere no longer does anything. As well, I used to update by hand so each post was manually date and time stamped – on days where there were more than one post, I got lazy and shoved them all into one update for the day. So no, it’s not perfect at all. Hold off the crazed villagers with flaming pitchforks; I’m doing what I can.

so. many. words.

Normally I’m highly amused by the public antics of Crying Girl and her Foul Mouthed Pompadour, but today their street fighting (not to be confused with Street Fighting) is just making me sad. I’m sad for him, because he’s so angry. I’m sad for her, because she’s always crying (and he likes to scream that she’s a whore) and because she really, really needs some new pants that fit right. Most of all though, I’m sad for their infant daughter, who has to be raised by these two screaming nincompoops – what possible chance does she have for a better life with parents like those?

Last night, there were fireworks.

We originally planned to scoot down to English Bay and watch the fireworks from the beach, but we’re down two scooters at the moment and really lethargic about it all. Josh had the brilliant idea to instead go up Cypress to watch the fireworks, so we did that. Unfortunately, so did everyone else. I’ve never seen so many people at the lookout, and the whole thing really felt like a picturesque tailgate party – there were pickup trucks and loud music and lawn chairs. It wasn’t too bad though, and we did get to see the fireworks. I took pictures. Clicky clicky.

Tonight, there will be cleaning. Ed’s parents arrive on Saturday, and while they’re not staying with us, they’ll still be seeing our place for the first time. I still really enjoy our apartment, and when it’s clean it’s pretty dang spectacular – but right now, that spectacular is hidden under several layers of crap. Tonight, we clean. I have excellent intentions.

We’re trying to record something in The Lab, so I brought in a lot of my casting equipment. I almost wished someone tried to cut me off on my way to work this morning – I had a giant mic stand balanced between my legs, and I really wanted to use it as a weapon. No one tried to kill me today though, so I didn’t get to go all Falling Down on the collective asses of society.

There’s always the ride home, though.

Everyone in my building is getting puppies but me.