My email is filling up with profane little advertisements for…to be honest, I am not quite sure. What, for example, is ‘milf’? Is it a word so naughty that I don’t even know it? I suspect it is porn, but the messages are written in an unintelligible pidgin-esque English that makes it hard to be sure. It drives me a little bit insane to know that somehow the spammers have broken the barrier to my email. What I really want to know is if spam is really profitable? I mean, I figure it must be, or people would not do it – right? So, because some jolly old perv out there is clicking on the pidgin porn links, you and I must be degraded by lewd milf propositions. It has to stop. Don’t be that guy. Resist the urge. You don’t want their milf anyway – do you know where it’s been!?

Laundry needs doing. Work needs finishing. Car needs tuning. Friends need calling. I need sleeping. I’ve been a bit preoccupied, revelling in the joys of the season, and hanging out with the Boy. ;)

Time for bed now! :)

I get to see the boy tomorrow! I get to see the boy tomorrow! I get to see the boy tomorrow!

Not that I’m excited, or anything.

I won’t be silly and go on and on about him. I’m 26 years old. I’m not a teenager. He’s 30. He’s not really a boy.

But he’s nice, and…I get to see him tomorrow. ;)

I declined anesthesia today. Yeah: rawr! Mostly because the thought of getting stuck with a needle and drooling for hours after leaving the dentist was more unsavory than mild nerve pain. But I’m done! I’m done! I’m done! I have a slight lisp that I’m hoping will go away once I get accustomed to the new shapes in my mouth.

(Lisp, lisp, goes the little dork-girl. Lisp, lisp.)

The things that went through my mind while I was in the chair:

• It would suck if I got into a car accident after I left the dentist, and my teeth broke.
• My dentist is Egyptian and has very pretty eyes. They are green with gold flecks.
• I like the way he enunciates his assistant’s name. “Cataleena”, he says. “Cataleena.”
• There is a tightening in my left shoulder that has been getting worse and worse all day. It is a stress pain. Made worse by real pain.
• I wonder how I’m going to die? I wonder, will it hurt? Will it hurt as much as mild nerve pain, or more?
• What the hell is that noise?
• Oh. “Carol of the Bells”.
• What a creepy sounding Christmas carol.
• I want to go home. I’m hungry. I want to go home.
• I wonder if I will still like the boy after tomorrow.
• What do I want out of life?

And then, it was all over, and all the thoughts flitted merrily out of my head, and what was left is the carefree shell of a girl in front of you. Or, in front of you, by proxy. I like that word: proxy. You know – for kids!

I am going to go, and nestle into my silly bed and get some silly sleep. Much love to you all.

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Yeah, it’s a slow night here on the corral. Time for me to get some shut-eye. Vaya con dios, changos. ;)

I feel sick.

What massive suckage it is being a girl sometimes. These girlish charms do not come cheap, you bastards! *snarl*

Hehe. I’m such a dork. And a dork that has to get ready for work. Oh! And a dork with a kickass sister-in-law who is taking her to see Aerosmith in February! And a dork who is finishing her expensive dentist crap on Wednesday! And a dork who has convinced a boy she likes into going to see a girly movie on Thursday! And a dork who will come home tonight and shoot off zombie heads! ;)

Alright, that’s enough silliness. Good day to you all!

Me, I’m a dork!

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I Am Spider-Man!

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Tortured and Annoyed,

Giang ;)