It's a small world after all...

... ugh. I swear one of the indignities you often had to suffer through as a kid in the UN school was having to dress in "national costume" (which in my case, being kinda American, meant uncomfortable itchy dresses with tights and - ack - hair ribbons) and get paraded around with three other grades worth of ridiculously cute international children in daishikis, saris, ponchos, cheongsams, dirndls, kimonos, et al and sing seriously saccharine songs like the above and "Let There Be Peace on Earth." I shit you not. Dignitaries ate this up with a spoon. Awwww, the cute widdle fuzzy children and their horrible brown plastic recorders! *pinch cheeks* *shudder*

Anyway, the horrible satanic song in the title is stuck in my head. All I'm really going to say about why is godDAMN but sometimes this valley is just way too incestuous of a drama pit to handle, and leave it at that. *counts blessings about not being involved in any of it*

I think I'm PMSing, I kinda developed a hatred of all sentient life around 4:00 PM, then proceeded to eat myself silly between 4:30 and 10:00. Mostly dead thing. Hormones are wonderful.

*sigh* I'm truly in rare form to go to NY this weekend. *sigh* In case it isn't damnably obvious, I am looking forward to this trip about as much as I look forward to having my colon inflated and the mucous membranes found within sandblasted, then massaged tenderly with a spork. *chuckle* Okay... maybe it's not nearly as bad as all that. Still - *sigh*

Strange fruit

( what's wrong with this picture? )

No, that's not photoshop. This bit of soy yogurt has been made from 100% pure organic rampaging trawberry. Whatever that is. Possible definitions that have crossed my brain are a genetically modified strawberry and another word for a sex worker, possibly synonymous to trollop (also a great word, I think).

Anyway this find at the grocery store was too amusing not to bring home and share.

When it rains...

Woke up with my throat so sore it hurts to breathe through my nose. So I'm now sick on top of hating humanity.

Well, there's a bus at 12:10 - might as well go be miserable among blood kin as opposed to being miserable by myself.

[edit] ok, maybe the 2:10... I'm still being all slow and the cause for my homicidal fury has manifested itself, with the power of a thousand fiery cramps. I have to wnder if the gods are telling me I shouldn't go. :P

Screw it.

I'm going down tomorrow morning. I feel utterly craptastic. This is me crawling into bed with a book and a GBA and hiding from the world now.