Catullus 16 is now my favorite poem of all time... for obvious reasons.

Thanks, fandomsecrets!

...the cops will BEAT YO ASS DOWN:




I can't even BEGIN to express how upset this makes me. This happened on the streets that I walk every day to people that I see every day by people who are supposed to PROTECT ME FROM HARM.

WTF, RPD???

Was it the gay pride flag?

Did that bring up some fucking memories you assholes?

Where am I again and why is there so much porn?

Have some spiders on drugs:



...this will never get old.

I bought my baby brother a ukulele for his birthday.

It was an impulse purchase of the, "I don't know what the fuck he wants so I will purchase a ukulele from the man who looks like he could have been in the cast of characters for Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil and he will learn to love it" kind.

As it turns out, it may just be THE BEST PRESENT EVER.

I am awesome.

...the Franzia is with me.

Dear fangirls,

GET OVER IT!

...and please step down from your soapboxes about queer issues if the only reason why you even give a damn in the first place is because you get off on the hot m/m action.

YOU ARE NOT HELPING.

Thanks,

Jo

So I gave up coffee for two months with the hypothesis that detoxing from caffeine would help me to sleep better and remain more focused during the day.

The hypothesis failed.

I'm still just as much of an insomniac as I always have been plus I'm even less focused because, as it turns out, caffeine (being a stimulant... which you kinda know) is a wonderful thing for people with ADHD who have aged out of their parents' health insurance and can't find any affordable health insurance because of their "pre-existing condition" and are therefore not able to afford the $130.00 per month for their medication plus another $60.00 for the doctor's visit that is required to fill the prescription for said meds (because damn if those bitches don't have street value) and I'm not bitter... not at all.

Anyway, I'm posting because I just made coffee for the first time in quite some time and realized that the way that I make my coffee makes it so industrial-strength that I might actually be able to eat it with a fork.

That is all.

I'm sick, out of groceries and don't want to spread the flu (hopefully not THAT flu) to half of the city. However, if being a broke college student has taught me anything it's how to be resourceful with meager pantry offerings.

So I took a peek in my freezer and all I had left was a bag of frozen broccoli, half a bag of frozen peas and two cubes of pesto (I froze my pesto in an ice cube tray).

This is what happened...



( Recipe and another picture under the cut )

I just spent a week in the rain and the mud surrounded by hippies, Wiccans and lots and lots of people who look much better with their clothing in the on position.

I now have dirt in places that I did not realize dirt could reach.

I am sunburned in some very sensitive areas.

My car caught fire on the way down and tried to poison me on the way back up.

My sister's cat pissed on my favorite chair while I was gone and I have to throw away the cushions.

My spoon is too big!

...but it was EPIC

XD

Yup-- That's John Barrowman.

( Which Star Trek Character Are You? )

I'm trying to hold back my laughter at being 69% Spock.

*snorts*

Pon Farr should be interesting...

The Universe in a Single Atom: The Convergence of Science and Spirituality
By: The Dalai Lama



I'm to the middle of the book and my mind is already blown away by the comparison of modern science to Buddhist theories on quantum mechanics, the creation of and existence of the universe and consciousness as well as the acceptance of empirical proof over religious canon.

The theory of emptiness and dependent origination make my little stubborn scientific heart warm more than ever to Buddhism.

Read it... you'll like it... maybe.

Antony and the Johnsons-- "Cripple and the Starfish"

Télépopmusik-- "Last Train to Wherever"

The Knife-- "Heartbeats"

Lykke Li-- "I'm Good, I'm Gone"

Jim White-- "Static On The Radio"

Röyksopp-- "What Else Is There?"

David Bowie-- "It Ain't Easy"

Count Basie-- covering "Yesterday" by The Beatles.

Aimee Mann-- "Little Bombs"

Hercules & Love Affair-- "Blind"

Robyn-- "With Every HeartBeat"

And (even though it tears me apart to listen to it)-- "The Balad of Ianto Jones"

If I see one more sappy, post-series-3 Torchwood fic title that looks like it was copied from a Hallmark card I will vomit.

Please don't make me ruin my laptop.

(It's where all my friends live.)