being stabbed in the cabin is not helping matters.

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i'm not sleeping, insomnia is reigning supreme in my life. when i don't sleep, i tend to think a lot.

i see my brain as one of those big lottery machines. the majority of the time all the balls are just bouncing around off each other so i don't have to actually focus on them. but every now and then one escapes and things like this happen.

in more chipper news, jenn released the beautiful 'sleep while i drive' finally. it only took forever, yeesh. *g* and criss made this for me.

i heart oscar wilde.

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[spasticat.livejournal.com]

Um...honey? You can buy booze with your passport, so speaketh she who hath speeded mightily on the freeways of life.

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Just call me Auntie Ali...the alkie's enabler!

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Just call me Auntie Ali...the alkie's enabler!

you know this will follow you for the rest of your life, right?

[spasticat.livejournal.com]

Fuck! Oh well...I've had worse names. And no! I'm not gonna tell you what...though I think I've already told you.

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you can? oh, thank you auntie ali! thank you! um, i don't suppose you'd be able to sort out a naked man for while you're doing all this great stuff? i mean when the PMS thing is over...

[spasticat.livejournal.com]

I'm still working on the Insta-Hunk Transmat device. So far it's only been able to send James Marsters to every frigging convention that exists. I'll keep you updated as to when we've fixed that problem.

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Cowboy Bill was the one who taught me the ways of the desperate alkie. I only ran into one place that gave me shit for using my passport. One of those annoying moments where the gal had to get on the store intercom for the manager who then just scoffed at the stupid cashier. Silly cashier. Happy Ali with her booze.

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Cowboy Bill was the one who taught me the ways of the desperate alkie.

I dunno who Cowboy Bill is but remind me to buy him a drink.

[spasticat.livejournal.com]

I have two Bills in my life...both are just friends. But Cowboy Bill used to be a fling. Punk Bill was never flung. I named the one cowboy because of his once famous b/w western shirt with musical notes all over it...oh, and it had silky white fringe. It's how we met, really. He had the shirt on at a bar and all of a sudden, there was me running my fingers through the lovely fringe. Then there was Cowboy Bill looking at me funnily. I think I said something sagacious like..."Hee, nice fringe!"

I never do stuff like that ever. Stop looking at me like that! I don't play with stranger's clothes. Um...not often.

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..."Hee, nice fringe!"

LMFAO..ali, that has to be like one of the best pick-up lines ever.

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I still cringe that I *did* that. Bill thinks it funny and every once in awhile likes to bring it up. *cringe*

Ooh! This could be the excessive caffeine speaking but we should compile all the pickup lines we've hears/said/whatever and make a webpage of them. Because...I recall you getting some real doozies.