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UPDATE 3/5/08: Wow! www.truckspills.com has gotten a lot of attention in the past few weeks. And apparently this story has upset a lot of Canadians who apparently do not appreciate being blamed for spilled beer. The original news story I got this photo from did say that it was "Highway 402 in Mississaugua". The website was a Canadian newspaper. Another report said "heading north on the Trans Canada Highway to Thunder Bay".


*edit*

Also, I have something to say.

I did something gloriously stupid this morning.

I woke up for work late. Now, the first thing I do before I get ready for work is start my car, because I don't like to freeze my arse off. I grabbed my keys and ran out to the livingroom. "Shit, I forgot to put on pants." But I thought, whatever, I'm only going to be out there for a few moments. I threw on a pair of clogs and went headfist into the bane of my western New York existence. I hate winter. "Shit, I'm cold! Shit, I'm cold!" As I ran to my car, threw the door open and started it. Slammed the door shut, and bolted back for the house. Now, what's about to happen next just makes me hate winter even more. It's been windy here, so some snow had drifted its way across the outside of our porch. I'm running like a fucking demon through the snow with no pants, wearing freaking clogs, no makeup on and swearing like a tavern wench when it happened. Due to my extreme haste and stupidity, and the fact that the snow had drifted over the step, I miscalculated where the step was. Which resulted in me being flung forward with great force, face-first into the steps. There I was, flying through the air with, what I can only imagine was, a look of stark horror on my face. My face which was about to be crushed into a set of fucking stairs. Luckily the part of my brain which had until now been still sleeping decided to wake up. I managed to throw my right arm out and prevent my face from being crushed entirely. I immediately struggled to get up, my fucking face hurt, my knees hurt, I lost a clog, there were tears streaming down my face, and my right middle finger hurt like a bitch. Thank God I didn't break my nose, though it still hurts. I feel like it should be bleeding or something. Imagine that feeling you get when you jam one of your fingers, but with your nose. My lip was swollen for half of my work day, so I felt like a freak. And I don't know WHAT I'm going to do if I need to flick somebody off with my right hand.

If I've learned anything, it's that I probably shouldn't go out in the middle of winter without pants on.

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Update:

My finger hurts really bad. ;_;

At least in hell I wouldn't be freezing my anus off.

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edit:
It has been ages, hasn't it? I just looked back at my post about Snowflake entiteled "My lazy cat."

He's been dead for almost a year now. I still miss him, even though it's been so long. I had a dream recently that I was holding him, and I woke up crying.

Lament du Lamia: I'm looking up lists of popular 90's songs. Thats how I'm "remembering" these.

Morbid Tatsuha: Oh. I thought you were being hip.

Lament du Lamia: YES. I found a list of 100.

Lament du Lamia: http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/6811151/a/100+Hits+Of+The+90's.htm

Lament du Lamia: Is there a reason I don't recognize a single one of these songs?

Morbid Tatsuha: .....

Morbid Tatsuha: Walker.

Morbid Tatsuha: It's the hits....

Morbid Tatsuha: IN THE NETHERLANDS.

Lament du Lamia: ...

Lament du Lamia: Oh.

Lament du Lamia: Oops.

Morbid Tatsuha: *makes donkey noises*

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Apparently I am not the brightest crayon in the box. Or the sharpest tool in the shed.

Watch this.

Time to Hunt Mario!>

You know you want to.

I woke up this morning, and one of my cats was laying at the end up my bed. It was the stupid lazy one(I say this in the most loving way possible). So I sit on the edge of the bed and reach over to pet him. I pet him for a second, and he isn't moving. "Snowflake", I say. I start nudging him. "Snowflake?" He doesn't move. Its about this time that I start to really panic. I start shaking him really really hard. "Snowflake?! SNOWFLAKE?!!" He still doesn't move. I sat there staring for a minute. I finally tried shaking him again, he lifts his head up a little, looks at me and yawns, then lays his head down again. "YOU LAZY GOD DAMN -insert string of curse words here- CAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD!" I was so upset, I thought my cat had died, but he was just being exceedingly lazy this morning.

All the cool kids are doing it. Don't forget to Bold your character when you put it on your journal, or in your info. If you don't know how, feel free to ask.

Also, I tend to consider Sheik and Zelda as two completly different characters.

transcending

Lament du Lamia: quick. make emo poetry.
Morbid Tatsuha: Er....
Morbid Tatsuha:

I AM LOST

I do not know what to say.
Say. Said.
My brain is broken like a fat kid's chair.
All I can say is er.
Er. The word of despair.
I bleed. You bleed. There's lots of blood.
Woe.

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Ah, and another random one I had saved.

I AM TOUCHED

I am touched.

No. No touch.

You cannot touch me.

Your bleeding fingertips go right through me. Like prunes through an old woman.

I am here. I am not here.

I am a ghost.

My heartbeat is black.


Woe.

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