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You're the perky girl! You're cute, perky and
easily excited. You wear booty shorts or a
short skirt and chances are you can steal.
You're supposed to bring a sense of carefree
youth to the game. What you really bring is
terrabytes worth of Lolita hentai.


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Somehow, I probably deserve this. But at least I look good, since I'm not gonna get the boy.

Yes, I'm still alive. I'm even still reading and keeping up with my friends posts. It's really been a rough week all around; on top of the mostly disastrous trip last weekend, I got several days of rain during the week, plus I've been ducking and diving to avoid news/radio/television coverage. It's too much for me.

I'm not anti-war. Ambivalent is probably the best word. But the savage joy that people take in what amounts to the destruction of infrastructure and other people's hard work is nauseating to me. As a side note, flames in response will get you locked out of my journal, and I don't give a rat's ass who you are. I can't deal with it. I spent too many years working the streets, with violence as my calling card, to remain untouched by what's going on.

I've been fiercely reminded that I can -not- carry the weight of the world's burdens. I'm no longer able to bear that load. I can't fix everyone and everything, and tearing myself up over it is simply wasteful. And that's true. I'm doing what I can to prevent myself from shouldering that weight again... hence my avoidance of the news. I've failed miserably in my attempts to explain my 'problem' to one close friend; he decided that I just wasn't listening to the -right- reports. As much as I love him, he's a bullheaded idiot sometimes. So I hummed to myself while in his car, and did my damnedest to tune out the reports he was listening to. That's that. There really isn't anything else to it, you know?

Megan and I spatted briefly last night over the cleaning (lack, rather) that was going on in the house. And after simply putting up with it for years, this time I laid it all out for her; I'm just as tired as you are, but you want -me- to do all the cleaning. The kitchen's clean because I did it. The laundry gets done because I do it. You want to sit on your arse and pick at me about cleaning... try getting the hell up OFF your arse and doing some of it yourself. I'm tired of listening to your complaints. Next time I hear them, I'm going to open a window and start throwing everything that's yours out into the front yard. You will follow it all soon after. She was... taken aback by the vehemence of my words. After she sulked for an hour, we actually had a rational discussion, and she agreed that she'd been doing precious little. Maybe there is hope for her to grow up.

Maybe. I'm not gonna hold my breath. I hate having to be the dominant partner in a relationship... but God help the person that manages to push me to that point.

As for the Saturn, it's back home now. $4300 later. Ow. It's picked up a rattle in one of the air dams in the right front corner, but otherwise seems to be in fine shape. As soon as I lock down which piece of plastic's making all that noise, I'll get it anchored back into place. But it's home, and it runs. That's what matters, really.

I think I'll wander away, now. Things to do, naps to take, and all that.

*hugs*
~Ellie-chan

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This entry is primarily notes to myself, in a location where they won't be misplaced. I'll cut-tag it to spare you all the pain. Those of you that are ubergeeks, well... it /might/ be interesting.

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There will likely be more geekiness to follow. Pardon me as I try to get my gear sorted and updated.

*hugs*
~Ellie-chan