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I'm such a lucky girl, I get to spend my day with damashita! *bounces*

This song makes me think of nimrod667*, and then that makes me sad, and considering how full of excitement I am, I should switch songs. In a minute. *soft sigh*

I'm practically buzzing with this ozone-windy-chilly-humid day energy. And I want to change my pants, because the waistband is uncomfortable, but I don't want to wear a skirt. What's a girl to do? *ponders*

And once again, I have far too many links up and open. Must purge!

Mantis vs. Hummingbird via tulaq

In metaquotes we're discussing 3:16, and the comments get rather raunchy after a while, most especially after someone mentions that they want to put Ezekiel 23:20 on their business cards. Now I want that on my business cards, too. It would look wonderful beneath the "thinkkink.net" link. *grins*

How to tell your son is gay excerpt (via threegoldfish):

Dunk your son into a deep pool of water. If he floats to the top, he is full of buoyant gaymotrons (identified by physicists as the gay particle) and therefore gay. If he sinks to the bottom and drowns, he is a poor swimmer and unathletic and therefore gay. If he begins to sink and then just sorta hangs there, the water is gay.

McBoingBoing pictures via jodawi

( That's Funny, I Don't Feel Fucked. Oh! You mean ... )

Same score as damashita. I'm telling you, there's something in the water.

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wind was bled
And there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone I'll wait for you there
Alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone I'll wait for you there
Alone

*Former Relationship TMI Ahead:( Reminds me of him because )

And no, you don't get to see the five or six cool job leads I have open on my computer! Mwahahahaha! MINE! MINEMINEMINE!

EDIT: And my daughter is so cool and smart it's funny. Really funny. So Ana said "lunchbox, lunchbox," while looking around to see where she'd left it, and it prompted me to start up with, "badgerbadgerbadgerbadger..." and when we got to the mushroom part, she said, "lunch-box, lunch-box," I cracked up so hard, I think I woke up Jen as I applauded Ana's intelligence. So we got outside, and she started "busbusbusbusbusbus..." and we threw in "lunch-box, lunch-box" and then when it came to the snake part, she pointed to her book and I said, "Book! A book! O! A boooooook!" People look at us funny, but they just don't understand how brilliant my girl is.

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AHHHHH!!!! It hurts! It hurts!

For reference:

CERTIFICATE is NOT a VERB

If you must refer to having a certificate, you are CERTIFIED. But no. Oh, no! Some idiot in management at some college didn't know how to speak English (despite having been born and raised here), and didn't know "certified" and said "certificated," and now colleges around the country are talking about how a student should not refer to themselves as being "certificated" until passing the course. *headdeskheaddesk*

Fine. Fine! I won't speak English properly anymore. Instead, I'll dance the Rasputin! Ha! There! Take that higher education!