Month: February 2004

  • The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
    Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

    Level Score
    Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
    Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very Low
    Level 2 (Lustful) High
    Level 3 (Gluttonous) Very High
    Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) High
    Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Extreme
    Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) Extreme
    Level 7 (Violent) Extreme
    Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High
    Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) Very High

    Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test

  • I’m itchy…
    not in the dry skin sort of way. But in a…itchy inside my head, inside my belly, under myself kind of way.


    I don’t know what is causing it…but I just want to slough my skin, my life, my everything and start all over naked and new and pink. I know that I can’t…I have job…responsibilities…kitties…family…friends…loves…hates…


    Perhaps it’s my increasing age…
    yes, I know, 24! Doesn’t sound old, until I realize that’s only 6 years from being 30…which, to those of you who are older than 30, probably is an insult – but you remember being 24!? I suddenly feel OLD…grown up and full of grown up thingies with no room for fun or play…
    and I don’t WANT to be a stodgy old scientist cat lady…perhaps that what I am so aching to get rid of is that very feeling? or perhaps I’m just feeling the need for spring, to run, to be away, outside and feel free – if even for a few moments…


    Who knows?


    But I’m itching for something.

  • I’ll share my 800tc sheets…with anyone willing to drive down to visit me and snuggle in them! Especially with the electric blanket on…they’re incredible!


    The steak, while not blessed by a long island, was indeed the BEST steak ever…filet mignon, medium rare, topped with some deeeee-licious garlicky butter substance. It was smooth, rich, melt in your mouth BEEFY goodness. It makes me drooly and damp just to think about it. It was like eating a plateful of orgasms.


    Otherwise, the weekend was…painful and yet not? It’s hard to explain…and I don’t know if I can or if I want to even…so I’m off to eat me some cereal and go to work.

  • Happy Birthday to me!


    I’m 24.


    And I now own a set of 800tc sheets – queen sized no less. Soft as a baby’s behind and quite a bit smoother…


    And tonight…I’m thinking steak…and possibly a long island iced tea…

  • While listening to the radio on the way to work…
    I stopped to listen to the DJs chat, simply because I’d scanned through all the stations and everyone was talking or having commercials. I was hoping to catch the news…Instead, I learned this very interesting tidbit – according to psychologist (or so claims the DJ, so how much do you trust this?), the number one song for the year you turned 18 is the “theme” of your life. So, me being the doof that I am, and being alone at work and bored, I went and looked it up….


    mine? 1998 – the number 1 song “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden.


    what’s yours?

  • 14 whole sequences worked!


    out of 14!


    *dances around*


    *jumps up and down, twice*


    er…


    yeah, it’s rather early in the morning…but damn…this makes me awfully excited…*squeal*

  • I bought 12 pair of socks today….


     


     


     


    so that I wouldn’t have to do laundry.

  • Had my eye appointment…


    It was for a “dry eyes and contacts” study


    They paid my $20 for 35 minutes of my time and a nice, attractive young man played with my eye balls and complimented my eye ball glands.


    This is indeed a good thing…

  • *groan*


    Never top a giant meal from Taco Bell with a whole bunch of frosted shredded wheat.

  • remind me I have to go to the eye doctor at 3pm on Wednesday?