...snuggled in behind this source of warmth and content.

For the rest of my days.

I'd rather be, than in this purple-sheeted bed in a room with red walls and a blue ceiling, where the bay window is to my right, and there's a Coke stain next to my knee.

Even if it did get too hot at times. And when I hog the comforter.

This just occured to me while reading a topic on condoms:

What would it be like to blow up a balloon inside a vagina/ass? How much air would you be able to put into it? What if you couldn't blow up anymore, would it pop inside, or would the air just come blasting right back at you?

Would make for hilarious queefing noises.

I just feel sexy tonight.

My hair looks awesome (I'm going to dye the roots sometime this week, I bought the dye tonight), I look awesome in this green sweater o'mine, and the fact that my bra plus my sweater = omgsexy.

I dunno, I just feel good. It may be the wine and the chocolate pudding I've consumed, but I've never felt better like this in a while. :)

Getting into one of those moods about work. Doesn't help that I think I'm getting sick again.

Today just seemed like one bad thing after another.

I walk up to work, and I get startled by a raccoon in an alleyway. Thankfully it wasn't a coyote, which I do know that they roam around where I live.

My co-worker was an hour and a half late getting into work because her other job got her out late, and she slept in and blahblahblah, so I was alone for a good chunk of the morning. I call my boss so he knows (I felt pretty rotten about telling him, but I was getting really p-oed about being alone and such), and she comes in about 2 minutes after I hang up the phone.

He comes in, talks to her, talks to me (tells me to call him if people are late, blahblahblah), gets all quiet and such for the rest of the day--maybe pissed off, who knows, I don't care (although he did give me and my two buddies that I work with (one of them my bff) $20 when the three of us were going for dinner so we could get dessert after).

I spill espresso all over my new green sweater >:(. The machine seems to be in the shits because one of the groupheads on the machine wasn't working properly, so I was continually flushing out the machine as I had read that this will make a better crema, as well as actually cleaning the portafilter (which i scrubbed for a good part of my day) and I was told not to flush the machine because apparently the machine gets messed up or something. @_@
I dunno.

And I still have a burn mark when I touched the steam wand against the back of my hand. >:(

Bahhh. Only good part was that I got to chat with Fyndir and Mendou on zee phone. And the $10 worth of tips I earned today. And buying ice cream and beef jerky. :3

TL;DR: GO FUCKING READ IT, YOU LAZY FUCKS.

ETA: SPEAK OF THE FUCKING DEVIL, THE ARTHUR BLEEP EPISODE IS ON TV ATM.

WTF :D:D:D:D:D:D

COME ON, GUYS, SUBMIT TO THE WRITING CONTEST GUMONSHOE IS HOSTING. DO IT FOR ME, PLZ. GOOD STORIES ONLY!

I'd do it, but my lack of creativity atm is very high.

Best episode of Arthur ever. Besides the banned one where DW learns some swear words.

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Brain's song is the best ever.

I did say I was working on something sexier.

But like, more teasy.

SO TEASY!

HOORAY!

I know it isn't that great, but meh. Trying to copy a pose and seeing if I can do it while it still looks somewhat realistic.

bahhh, I don't know what caused it. Maybe it was playing RE4 in the dark, or eating salsa before bed, but whatever it was, I don't want a repeat of it.

So let's jet right off to where it starts getting weird.

My brother and his girlfriend are wheeling around this rather large electric stove around the dining room, which has hardwood flooring. I don't know why they were lugging it around like a barbeque, but they just are. The non-wheels on the stove are giving these huge brown marks on the floor, which I keep telling them to stop, because my mum would FREAK if she saw how badly screwed up her floors were. They keep carting it around, and then there are small flames accompanying the marks.

This is where it starts to get scary.

They run off. I go to find some beer coasters (don't ask me why specifically beer coasters, as those would just shoot up in flames), and I run into the kitchen. Apparently, we have a deep fryer like the fry fryers at McDonald's, and they left a batch of fries cooking, but the basket and most of the handle was submerged into the fryer. I can't get it out, and I don't bother trying. After all, I don't want to get burnt.

I also see something ELSE on fire, right under the WOODEN cupboards. It's like a hotpan with a saucepan on top, and the outlet was also being framed by flames. I beat out the flames to find out they only come back. As well as the outlet, the underside of the cupboards is showing off a few burn marks and some fire is spreading underneath. I try and use a dishrag to move the pan and to extinguish the fire, but my other hand, somehow, gets hit with extremely hot aluminium foil or a flame, and leaves this huge welt that runs down to the ball of my thumb from the knuckle of my index finger.

I yelp, and give up on said pan. I have aluminium foil trailing from my shoulder, and as I start moving, Barack Obama comes out of nowhere with metal tongs, and tries to connect me to the circuit that must be wanting to find a path-to-ground (maybe it's the outlet that's on fire?). He's saying something (I can't remember, but it absolutely terrified me in my dream), and I can't move fast out of terror, and he's reaching the tongs out, snatching at me. I'm screaming for someone to call 911, but my parents can't hear, and my brother and his girlfriend have run off like cowards (I think they would do that, too, in real life.. :/ ).

I wake up, and I can't go back to sleep.

I am also paranoid about electric things, and I barely slept.

Haven't properly rested up.

Oh well.