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Permalink I am currently experiencing a bout of my Epic Death Period. I had been lulled into a false sense of security by months of normal, or light, or even barely-existent periods, and then BAM! Femininity fucks me in the ass again. It really faked me out this time, too, because it started out like a fairly normal period, and then suddenly morphed into a fucking cut scene from an amateur torture porn during the night.
The really sad thing is, so far, its better than the previous Epic Death Periods. Less chunkage, fewer rivers of blood cascading down the legs. This could all change in the morning, and probably will, which may be part of why I seem to be putting off sleep, despite feeling tired and run-down pretty much since I woke up. (Funny how loss of iron will do that.)
I’ll probably toddle off soon, anyway. Maybe I’ll do some laundry tomorrow, too. EDPs tend to make a body go through the panties pretty quickly. So. Awesome.
Permalink So you know that rule, about how if it exists, there’s porn of it? Can this should count towards that? Because Mel and I joked about Pyramidhead porn once, and it was actually pretty funny as long as you ignore the fact that someone somewhere probably wrote a serious fic containing everything we joked about, but if cosplay pics can count as the porn, that would be fantastic.
And I’m not just saying that because its Adrianne Curry. Really. Hush. ADRIIIII! ♥♥
Permalink JAAAAAAYNE COOOOOOOOBB! WITH THE HAT HIS MAMA MADE HIM, EVEN. Although, from the looks of it, the hat will be sold separately, much like Mal’s coat (yeah, I don’t get that one, either). God, I want him. The odds are not for getting him, though, seeing as Mal and his coat have already claimed Christmas, and I’ve been pining for Zoe since they announced the Firefly line, and there’s that little problem of Tonners being wallet-rapers.
*sighs* Where’s a girl’s fairy godmother when she needs her, man?
Permalink So, this is currently the Yahoo! homepage:
Someone please explain to me, IN EXACTLY WHAT RABBIT-HOLE HELL UNIVERSE IS THIS EVEN IN THE SAME ROOM AS NEWS?
Permalink Well, goody. I can’t join Club Psych, because I am apparently already registered at another, unspecified NBCU location, that I have no memory or record of, and they can’t fucking be bothered to have a simple “retrieve password” link. Fantastic.
At this point I’m actually searching my email for a possible sign of this mystical registration more because not knowing will drive me crazy, than because I actually give a shit about Club Psych.
…why does “because” not look like a word to me? Other people’s stupid doesn’t usually kill my brain this fast….
Permalink My kingdom for DVDs of “Kids, Incorporated.” I would settle for tapes, really, I’d just shove them at my brother and ask him to convert them for the next gift-giving occasion. …actually, maybe I wouldn’t. He can’t really be trusted with anything that he himself does not have a vested interest in. Still. I lust it deeply.
And god, I just realized — I think Stacy Ferguson was the first time I had a crush on a girl. Which makes it both funny and sad that I cannot stand Fergie.
Permalink Tired. Had a bad time of it last night. Couldn’t get to sleep, just laid there with my brain going for over an hour. I tried switching positions, and all it did was make me realize that I was stuffy and couldn’t breathe, so I got up and put on a Breathe Rite strip, and even then it was a half hour or so until I finally managed to drift off. And then during the night I developed one of those headaches that keeps waking you up just to poke at you and remind you its still hurting. I finally got up a little before 7 to eat and take something, and its helped some, but honestly, I’m still thinking about going back to bed. I just feel tired and crappy.
And yet, I still believe the feverfew is helping. I have had days like this before, and felt worse. As I’ve said, sucking less was really all I was aiming for. My standards are really depressing low sometimes.
On the upside, Mal is finally pre-ordered. He is not due to ship until August sometime, and even then, I will not officially receive him until Christmas. (He was going to be for this year’s birthday, you may recall, but given that we are already three months past that, Mom decided he should be Christmas instead, and Angel was my birthday present. Rock.) But, whatever, because MAL! Mal will be MINE! IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, Y’ALL. I would dance if I didn’t think it would make my head pound.
Permalink So, ah, I believe there was mention of a package?
 Heeeeee! AHAHAHAHAHA! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE, FINALLY, MIIIIIIIIIIIINE! I mean, um. How delightful to acquire it after all this time. *cough* ANYWAY. I had planned to post sooner, but I spent most of the weekend gleeing over him, and his tiny, awesome weaponry.
 Somebody order the stake? He also has a sword and an axe, but its the wrist stakes that really get me. So tiny! So awesome! So many tiny, awesome buckles! The only downside is that they are molded into the extended position, so if you want him to actually hold the sword or the axe, you would have to pull off half his clothes and entirely remove the things, and did I mention THE TINY, TINY BUCKLES ON DELICATE, TINY LEATHER STRAPS? I fear that if I removed them, I would never get them back on again. Mostly because they would tiny-ly, delicately, awesomely break all to hell.
I also love that despite the more mopey production pictures on the box, my Angel has apparently been hanging out with Nathan Fillion, because he’s caught a slight case of Smirky Bastard. Of course, given his welcome, who could blame him:
 I SEE THAT HAND, MISTER! I AM ONTO YOU! Yeah. We’ve, uh. We’ve been waiting for him for a while. And apparently Action Figure Angel was not cutting it in the meantime, because he got dropped like he was on fire. I blame the lack of articulation, and the fact that his clothes don’t come off, but his forearm does. Its…not really conductive for Special Cordy Playtime, y’know?
What? Do your dolls not have adult relationships? Pfft. Must be boring at your house.
Permalink HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS.
IT IS MOVING AT VAMPIRE SPEEDS. WHICH IS FITTING BECAUSE THERE IS A VAMPIRE IN THE PACKAGE. OH MY GOD HE COULD COME TODAY IS THE MAIL HERE YET WHERE IS THE MAIL I WILL UPDATE WHEN THE MAIL COMES WHERE IS THE GODDAMN CARRIER HOLY SHIT.
Permalink Hm. Apparently when they say “updating your version of Atahualpa with reset all your settings” what the really mean is “only those settings having to do with images.” Which…yay, and also boo.
I’ve been taking feverfew for a few weeks now, because I am Headache Girl, and that’s supposed to help with that. Specifically, its supposed to help with migraines, which I get, but I also get other headaches. Many other headaches. All the time. My superpower is also my kryptonite. Woe. Anyway, in addition to the pain, feverfew is supposed to help with the nausea and sensitivity to light, as well as help open up the blood vessels, which is good for your brainmeats. Nausea I really only get with the bad headaches, but the light sensitivity is a constant thing for me, and I had the thought that the improved blood flow might even help with the steel vise that is sometimes my neck. And I have to say — I totally love this stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I am not pain-free, but…its just better. Last week I had one of my bad headaches (which were becoming way too regular in recent months and part of got me to finally seek herbal help) and…it wasn’t as bad. Normally, I’d have taken one of the 500mg monster-Motrin, and gone back to bed after only a few hours awake. I did still take the monster, but I never felt bad enough to seek bed, and was actually able to go out for a little while. IT WAS SO AWESOME, I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU.
I’ve also started taking some St. John’s Wort for my depression, because apparently 2010 is the summer I go after my dream of Things Sucking Less, and so far, that’s looking promising, too. Its only been about two weeks, and I haven’t had a major down swing to really test it against, but I just feel…better. My okay is well below other people’s okay, but lately, I feel like its clicked up a notch. Maybe its the SJW, maybe its just general hopefulness, but its already better than any medication anyone ever tried to put me on. Fingers crossed, y’all. This could be a good summer.
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