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With much satisfaction. Right now, I am waiting for another streaming movie to finish loading. I watch entirely too many movies.

Wishing I had something to chief. I sure am stressed-out.

Well, dear-- I don't have too many other pleasures in life, so I tend to be a "food Sybarite." Indulgent food makes me happy. I should be as wide as I am tall; but thankfully, it's bypassing my ass and hips, and most likely going straight to my arteries.

Rare sirloin burger on a bagel, with onion and chive Philadelphia cream cheese, grilled onions, bacon, and Monterrey Jack cheese. Yep, it's good, too.

I'm beginning to think it's sort of nice, not having some guy all up in my biz..

Wishing I was a Coyote. This movie is making me realize just how much I miss bartending.

I want for my two lazy boy cats to remove their fuzzy, beanbag-like carcasses from my lap, so I can get up! It's too difficult to move about, with 25 lbs of cat tumours permanently attached to my body. It's bad enough this chair's got me. The added weight and warmth isn't helping. Where's a mouse when I need one?

Watching "Phantasm."

Watching a documentary about S.K. Thoth on YouTube. What a fascinating performer and human being..

Empty. Disconnected. Trapped in limbo.

Hung over!

Happier, now that I know my good friend Constantin is coming to visit! *tents fingers Like Mr. Burns, with visions of George helping to peel apples* Oh, and pretty well-lit, after three stiff shots.

Jell-O shot #2. Down the hatch.

Another good way to get a fire started, is to layer old paraffin candle stubs in with the balls of newspaper and kindling. They burn hot, with the wadded-up newspapers causing a wick effect. Works every time, even if your kindling is slightly damp. Always start your fire in the old Girl Scout "tepee" fashion, for best results. I am feeling as if about four more of these Jell-O shots will get me quite toasty. My cheeks feel rosy from just one. I'd better get to my own fire, and cooking, before I'm completely schnockered. You'll see me posting in the "Intoxicated Posting Thread" very soon, I'm afraid.

Parasite, by Velvet Acid Christ.

Opening up the lid to my first Jell-O shot..here's mud in yer eye.

Loading up the dishwasher, so I can have clean knives, bowls, and pans to "get down" in the kitchen with.. I have about 20 apples to peel and core, and about three pounds of pie crust to make up..and then two birds and veggies to deal with! Who wants to help? Dinner, certain drunkenness, and a pie to take home-- worthy initiatives.

Like I want to take some Skinny Puppy, Lords Of Acid, or Combichrist over to the kids across the street-- so they'll stop playing the same White Zombie songs over and over. Not that I don't like White Zombie, but the repetition is getting to me. These kids would probably shit themselves if they heard something heavy and new to them. Shall I warp the children, or leave it to fate? Feeling like doing something autumn-y. If I had leaves, I'd be raking them. Oh! I know..apple pies. Piggymama gave me a shit-ton of Gala apples yesterday-- and it's a perfect dry, cool day for making pie crust dough. A fire in the fireplace; maybe a few beers, and some of those Jell-O shots I made yesterday. There are 20 of them staring me in the face each time I open the refrigerator! Roast Cornish game hens with rice pilaf stuffing, baked butternut squash, and haricots vert amandine for dinner tonight. Today will be a good day, as I will make it so.

Bored and a bit lonesome. I'm not going out this evening, so have fun, everyone.. Full. Piggymama and I went out to Applebee's for lunch, and I am STUFFED. French onion soup, and Parmesan Shrimp Sirloin steak, with baked potato and vegetable medley. I feel as if I am being molested by kittehs. They have each taken their turns mashing on me, in the ten minutes I've been sitting here. My kittehs are very needy. Imagine trying to type with all three piled on in a computer chair, which I must often do.

Making Jell-O shots-- Melon Fusion flavoured gelatin, with Stoli Razberi vodka.

Fifty bucks is CHEAP. He should be charging a lot more. I won't even strip for less than three times that. I'm thinking about going up to GFS to buy some Solo cups, so I can make some Jell-O shots for later.

In the dream I just woke up from, I was eating pan-seared diver scallops and jumbo prawns-- in some sort of brown demiglace sauce, over linguini. There was a side of broccoli rabe. It was good, too!

LMAO at the dancing leather-man bento!!!!

Is artful, and sly..