grains... grains...

(That's what a vegan zombie says)


Ugh, I am SO tired this morning, I can barely think straight. Insomnia + nightmares = no fun.

It was raining pretty badly this morning, and I could not help but think of Rena's favorite variation on an old song while I stood in it:

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't matter 'cause I'm dead...

Wow, I'm so tired that I almost coded that wrong. Pathetic.

In other news, while I was waiting for my brain to wake up I took that test on moonlightwytch and aliaatreides's journals about "what kind of guy do you like?" Mostly I took the test because I was curious as to how an objective test would reflect my own perceptions of Josh--sort of like an internet Rorschach, if you will. Here is what the test told me:

"You are independent and do not need a guy yet."

Well, woo-hoo, I'm independent. Goodie for me. What disturbs me about this response is both the 'need' and the 'yet' in that sentence. Not only does it imply that someday, everybody will NEED a guy (so lesbians, guess you're shit outta luck, cause the test says so). It also implies that those stragglers, us "independent" girls, will come crawling on our knees one day to the first guy we see, gasping, "It's happened! I need a Y chromosome, NOW!" and clutching him desperately.

Anybody else unsettled by this? No takers? Ah well.

Back to hell demand letters.

**Me**