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kjpepperLike handbags carrots cheese toilets russians planets hamsters weddings poets stalin KUALA LUMPUR pygmies budgies KUALA LUMPUR *smack* ok stopping now.
Finally managed to get on my bike and get the hell out today, as it seemed that the dark foreboding clouds were simply making idle threats as to rain and today was only going to be dreary and depressing, not rainy. So I suited up, put my coat on and took off for the trail, with a brief stop at Pleasant Street Video to pick up the gayboys of the night.
Oh. My. God. They weren't kidding about the fucking flood warnings this morning. The Connecticut river is insanely high. I was going over the railroad bridge and happened to look down and I was like holy crap, water. Like, less than ten feet below me. And it was that ugly swollen brown color flooded rivers always are, with some rather violent currents. The island the railroad bridge always crosses is completely under water, so there are all of these disembodied trees poking up through the water where it's suppposed to be. It was freakishly fascinating, and strangely beautiful.
Not too much else remarkable about the ride, except for the end of it. The usual techno pounding in my ears (running the playlist on Shuffle mode really does drain the batteries faster, go figure), I sailed down at least six miles of trail, past the Hampshire Mall, where I always stop or turn around, to the bit where the new Umass bikeway connects up to the Norwottuck trail, which is precisely where I needed to get off the trail, as I was heading to Sallys. Was fairly annoyed by the sudden upward grade past the mall, but now I know it's there, and it makes for a nice quick downhill on the way back, though not nearly as fun as the bit of the UMass bikeway from the trail to Rt. 9, which is just a sharp fast downhill coast all the way to the stoplight.
Ah Sally's, emporium of black girl hair stuff! *drool* I've been hankering for a comb attachment hair dryer for a little while, as I think I'm done with the yarn for a bit and I can't seem to do the straighten with curling iron thing without a) burning myself b) missing the very roots of my hair and/or c) making myself late somewhere. My hair's also doing the annoying brittle thing and is breaking right and left, so if I keep ripping it out with yarn... yeah. So taking a little hiatus from that. Anyway, also picked up shampoo and conditioner (dirt cheap and boy does my hair love it...) and a hugeass tub of cholesterol deep conditioner, which is currently soaking into the insane riot of curls atop my freshly scrubbed with blackgirl products head. I swear, if it could, my hair would be making the happy snap crackle pop noise with joy right now.
Queerboys tonight, but first must eat and rinse conditioner out of my hair.
gacked from various sources:
You are a MASTER of the English language!
While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...
How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
And the icon meme, gacked from athene:
Of the 45 icons I have:
43 were made by me
3 are animated
17 are actual pictures of me
1 are from movies
11 are from tv shows (counting the anime)
3 are from print comics
1 is from a flash animation site
The gender breakdown is
female: 29
male: 6
mixed: 2
neuter: 8
Finally managed to get on my bike and get the hell out today, as it seemed that the dark foreboding clouds were simply making idle threats as to rain and today was only going to be dreary and depressing, not rainy. So I suited up, put my coat on and took off for the trail, with a brief stop at Pleasant Street Video to pick up the gayboys of the night.
Oh. My. God. They weren't kidding about the fucking flood warnings this morning. The Connecticut river is insanely high. I was going over the railroad bridge and happened to look down and I was like holy crap, water. Like, less than ten feet below me. And it was that ugly swollen brown color flooded rivers always are, with some rather violent currents. The island the railroad bridge always crosses is completely under water, so there are all of these disembodied trees poking up through the water where it's suppposed to be. It was freakishly fascinating, and strangely beautiful.
Not too much else remarkable about the ride, except for the end of it. The usual techno pounding in my ears (running the playlist on Shuffle mode really does drain the batteries faster, go figure), I sailed down at least six miles of trail, past the Hampshire Mall, where I always stop or turn around, to the bit where the new Umass bikeway connects up to the Norwottuck trail, which is precisely where I needed to get off the trail, as I was heading to Sallys. Was fairly annoyed by the sudden upward grade past the mall, but now I know it's there, and it makes for a nice quick downhill on the way back, though not nearly as fun as the bit of the UMass bikeway from the trail to Rt. 9, which is just a sharp fast downhill coast all the way to the stoplight.
Ah Sally's, emporium of black girl hair stuff! *drool* I've been hankering for a comb attachment hair dryer for a little while, as I think I'm done with the yarn for a bit and I can't seem to do the straighten with curling iron thing without a) burning myself b) missing the very roots of my hair and/or c) making myself late somewhere. My hair's also doing the annoying brittle thing and is breaking right and left, so if I keep ripping it out with yarn... yeah. So taking a little hiatus from that. Anyway, also picked up shampoo and conditioner (dirt cheap and boy does my hair love it...) and a hugeass tub of cholesterol deep conditioner, which is currently soaking into the insane riot of curls atop my freshly scrubbed with blackgirl products head. I swear, if it could, my hair would be making the happy snap crackle pop noise with joy right now.
Queerboys tonight, but first must eat and rinse conditioner out of my hair.
gacked from various sources:
You are a MASTER of the English language!
While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...
How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
And the icon meme, gacked from athene:
Of the 45 icons I have:
43 were made by me
3 are animated
17 are actual pictures of me
1 are from movies
11 are from tv shows (counting the anime)
3 are from print comics
1 is from a flash animation site
The gender breakdown is
female: 29
male: 6
mixed: 2
neuter: 8
