At any rate, I want to go to bed. I'm not going to bed though, until much later tonight. A stinking three person word class. Three people. I figure if one doesn't show, I can kill another, swear the third to secrecy (of their life is forfiet), and be done with it. That's my hope anyway. At least I'm wearing my "I am anti everything" button. That makes me happy.
I'm even anti-being-anti.
"Anti, Anti, Anti!" - Dinah Cancer.
I covet her name. I'm punchy. I'm tired. I'm looking to have some fun, by gnawing on an appendage.
In a land of mists and sun,
Where lame ox do run,
And fire freezes your breath in a gasp,
The singers are mute,
And she had sex with a lute,
And pulled splinters from her ass,
It's the mystery I seek,
Up mens skirts do I peek,
And answers are questions I pass,
Along the windy streets,
With my traffic on feet,
And smoke the water of life.
I have no idea where that came from. It pooped out of my head. I should probably LJ cut my entry. Or people should mimic my style so that long posts don't cause such trouble. LJ cuts are automatic on my page, anything of 300 pixels tall gets chopped of with a scroll bar. 'Cause I rock.
Oddness: On my page, the links for comments are visible, unless you're using mozilla, in which case they vanish. Suck.