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Catt's books

Boneshaker
Dreadnought
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Bloodshot
Clementine
Wings to the Kingdom
Not Flesh Nor Feathers
Hellbent
Fathom
Those Who Went Remain There Still
Dreadful Skin
The Living Dead 2
The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities: Exhibits, Oddities, Images, and Stories from Top Authors and Artists
Bewere the Night
Ganymede
The Inexplicables
Dead Witch Walking
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Every Which Way But Dead
A Fistful of Charms


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Whoo! The parentals return with shiny eyes, and smiles, and fun stories and pretty pretty postcards, and oh, hey, pressies, and thank the gods, food shopping!

And now we are all very worn out and I want only to hug mommy lots and work on my *Nsync video CD, and plot the ooh-pretty next version of bAoi.

sounds like kelly clarkson, “before your love”

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Yummies at skin me…! Go! Rejoice! I’m going to sleep now, before I make myself sick(er). Ack.

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I have this odd urge to make a desktop graphics site called “Copen Mechanisms.” Because I was raised on bad puns, and I’m a Thesaurus slut, and well, bAoi has always had a sick blue theme going, anyways. Also, I think I’d be nice to have a desktop graphics site.

However, five wallpapers and two icons don’t really warrant an entire site. And, um. I don’t really like the idea of having open submissions, cause I just know some fourteen year old O-Town fan would submit something that made my retinas bleed, and then proceed to slander my name all over the net when I went, “oh, honey…no.” And I don’t mind bAoi being unpopular. I wouldn’t mind if people I didn’t know came and signed the guestbook, but I honestly do it for me, and a kind word from my friends now and then is really more than enough. But being the domain that no one knows, is a hell of a lot different than being hated because you have standards….however skewed they may be.

……..oh, hey, look, I rambled again.

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Tired now. Just got done vacuuming three levels, cleaning out and scrubbing down the inside and outside of the fridge, and washing all the surfaces in the kitchen. Can’t remember if I’m supposed to mop, too, or not, but I’m not going to, and you can’t make me. Need to eat, need to shower. Need a nap, because I’ve been up since 2-fucking-am. And I’m saying fuck all and spending the last thirty dollars on dinner tonight because I did this all with a sinus headache, and I earned it.

For once.

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I’m so uplifting sometimes, aren’t I? *attempts to kick dirt over last entry* I’d delete the fucking thing, but I hate the idea of doing that much typing for nothing.

Also? Its all true.

I’m feeling a little better, tho, or attempting to. Talked to Des. Finished off the Chinese. Recieved the last of my goodies in the mail (Rent! Joey! Rent!Joey!). Unfortunately, my sinuses are currently channeling Carrottop, and I’m depressed for no good reason, and I still have housework to do before the parentals return Saturday. Really not feeling up to it, but really must do. …………you guys do realize I’m going to wind up *Nsyncifying something, right?

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I’m thinking of closing Sacrificial Pizza. Between the blog, the lj, and the writing site…it doesn’t really have a point. The only truly unique parts to it are my lists, which I could, technically, put in CIW’s miscellaneous section. And the only time I update it is when I change the layout, really. Also? Never been all that keen on having a site just about me (which would probably be why it doesn’t really get updated).

I may end up killing IHOPT, too, since I haven’t touched that in forever, and when I decided to actually do something with it last night, it became very apparent that I had lost most of my Tarou images. I don’t even know how that fucking happened, or when.

Which means Spike Can Kick would be my only living fansite. That saddens me, because fansites are what got me into doing sites in the first place, and I like them, I like doing them, only I don’t really touch SCK much cause Freeservers has become evil. Which means, if its going to live, it has to come here, which I didn’t really want, but I can’t afford another domain, and yes, Amel has it mirrored at FroSo, but I can’t get to it there, and I’m honestly the only person who works on it at all, so I need to be able to get to it if its going to stick around.

And of course, what I’d really like to do is actually do one fo the sites I’d always planned/dreamed of doing. In particular Queerest of the Queer, or As You Are, or Sterling Silver, or oh-gods-I’d-love-to-but-won’t, actually getting in touch with the authors and hosting The One. *sighs* But QotQ and AYA were joint conceptions, and are thus joint sites in my head, and Amel and I are almost never on together anymore. And SS…I don’t know if I feel the Miki strongly enough for that. I think my Utena tank has been running on empty for some time now. Which leaves the site I’m far too much of a coward to actually do. Bah.

I should just shut down everything and save everyone a lot of time and money and angst and go slowly, quietly mad from boredom. Fuck.

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Whee! Winds — er, gentle breezes of change drift through the homestead. *shrugs* I’m pleased about it, anyways. I have a vague idea for a layout. And now is the time of my Rentification, apparently, so I might as well go with it.

Also? Gingerbread cupcakes. Mmmm…giiiiiiingerbread….

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Y’know, I think Amelia and I both need one of these:

Its a bird! Its a plane! Its….RENT COW! *snickers*

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This song is fucking killing me. But I had to download it, yo, it gets used in so many fucking fics, and…it was driving me nuts. And now it is my death, so, yay.

Got a postcard from the folks. Yellowstone National Park. I love how my mom signs “Love, Mom & Dad” like I don’t know that the handwriting and the joy are entirely hers. Still, y’know. She’s awesome. Miss her. Don’t miss him, but what can you do, they’re a set.

Alright, now I’m just annoying and depressing. Kill it.

sounds like garth brooks, “the dance”

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You know its good when you’re so tired that you actually find yourself thinking, “Wow. I’m tired.”

Um. Changed the desktop cap. Have Joey belly-dancing on tape, so goodness there. Am just mad-ass fucking tired. And yet, I would stay up for another chapter of “Complicate Me.” God, I’m a fandom whore. Idiotic fucking fandom whore.

sounds like rent, ob.c., “la vie boheme”