| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is… | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 30% When I think about you – or anyone – I touch myself |
65.1% |
| Shamelessness | 81% Has yet to see self in mirror |
79.4% |
| Sex Drive | 89.5% The Pope is envious |
77.7% |
| Straightness | 28.6% Done the nasty, but not creatively |
44.9% |
| Gayness | 100% | 83.6% |
| Fucking Sick | 92% Refreshingly normal |
90% |
| You are 68.8% pure Average Score: 72.7% |
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Bleargh
Gah. Second roommate came back from her trip. That means that both her and her BF are back at the apartment. I was enjoying the silence. It’s not that I don’t like her, but I’m having more and more trouble enduring her annoying laugh and kitschy style.
Monday comic
And just so you know, I added some more comics to the archive
PS: I really, really love this song. It's a classic blues song, and it's played by a master. I'll always regret not being able to see SRV on stage.
Bacon rules!
I went to the pussy farm!!!
I had brunch with ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
eniran, Audrey and Michel this morning at eggspectation. it was fun to finally meet Audrey, and we had a blast at the restaurant. I was on my better behaviour, though I did make eniran blush a few times. I'm disappointed that the negotiations are closed on a topic very close to my heart (a quote: “get your own ass to play with”), but otherwise it was a fun time. The best thing was when our waiter quietly asked us to stay a bit longer at our table so a group of people he couldn't stand wouldn't be seated in his section. That was good for a laugh.
After that, we piled in the blue pussymobile and headed towards the south shore. The pussy farm is in the south shore, and we completely drove past the street we were supposed to turn on, so we had to backtrack a bit. When we got there, we were greeted by a very kind (and very passionate and loquacious) woman.
In a nutshell, the cats are all I could ask for. They're sociable, beautiful, have great personalities and – best of best – I was locked in a closed room with 3 cats and 8 kittens for 2 hours with little effect (nothing more than a bit of an itchy nose – and even then, that's nothing!).
The downside is that they're not cheap. The cat will cost me 750$ (but there's no tax, and that includes the first round of vaccines and a health insurance). Still, it's a breed of cat I know I can live with, so that's very rare. I won't be able to get one until july anyway (for a few reasons), so I have time to save up my pennies.
For names, I'm thinking of Boris for a male and Natasha for a female :P
They're so kyooooooote!
Grrrrr!
It's the small things in life that make me want to hurt people. There's a guy on my floor at the office that always smokes in the bathroom. It stinks up the place, and the bastard NEVER FLUSHES!
LEARN SOME MANNERS!
Abstinence is the best way to prevent the disease
Way to go, Dubya!
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&e=7&u=/ap/20040401/ap_on_he_me/condom_warnings
It has begun!
My global fridge-magnet network is slowly establishing itself. I know have an agent in Vienna, who just bought me a horrendous edelweiss on a plastic green hat. She's going to Turkey next, and has promised to look for a fez magnet. It is also a standing request that anybody I know who travels abroad must return with the ugliest magnet they can find.
What started out with 2 dead fish and a container of Chinese food now takes up the complete side panel of my fridge. I'll take a picture and post it on my website :)
Today isn’t an hour old and it’s already a bad day
I’m uber stressed these days. About work, which I’m really starting not to enjoy anymore. About money, which is starting to get tight because of some investments I made and debts I accrued. About roommates, which I thought I’d fixed, but I haven’t been able to reach him in the past week, and now I find out he’s no longer working where he told me he was. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
So, since I’m stressed, I’m not sleeping well. Which makes it impossible to come into work in the morning. Which is really pissing me off, especially when my boss is giving me snide little remarks about it. He’s not coming outright and telling me, he’s making little annoying comments – which is kinda worse. I’m doing my best here, but the fact that I wake up two or three times a night, coupled with the fact that I’m starting to not care about my job, means that coming in early to work is a physical impossibility.
Gah. I need a drink, a vacation and to get laid, and not necessarily in that order.
When food goes bad
Here's a few links from the Gallery of regrettable food†
http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/knudsen/6.html
http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/knudsen/7.html
http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/knudsen/8.html
http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/knudsen/9.html
With some descriptions quoted below, for your reading and culinary pleasure:
This dish is useful only if a guest has a sudden attack of hemorroids, and needs to lower himself into something that sooths and cools. Otherwise, skip it.
This applies a layer of foam insulation atop a bed of celery-flecked gelatin. The item is shown here as it always appeared at the end of every party: one piece removed, probably by the hostess, and the rest of the dish untouched
† Original link: http://www.lileks.com/institute/gallery/spec.html