Weekend was good. Except for the M leaving and my feeling like ass on Sunday. Feeling better now. Chilling today, trying to get rid of the remnants of icky feelings, getting organized for the rest of the week. Time to come back to earth with a vengeance.
Need to do much computer stuff tonight. For now I think I should walk into PB and do some errands. More for the exercise than anything else.
All further updating shall be done later.
Oh, roomie dear, have I received anything from the IRS? I think I may need to get medieval on someone's ass. I really, really need that shit.
I am thinking of all the worst possible options right now. There is nothing I can do until tomorrow. Fuck.
Medieval Chastity Belt
King Arthur was in Merlin's laboratory where the great wizard was
showing him his latest creation. It was a chastity belt, except
it had a rather large hole in the most obvious place which made
it basically useless.
"This is no good, Merlin!" the King exclaimed, "Look at this
opening. How is this supposed to protect my lady, the Queen, when
I'm on a long quest?"
"Ah, sire, just observe," said Merlin. He then selected his most
worn out wand, one that he was going to discard anyway. He
inserted it in the gaping aperture of the chastity belt whereupon
a small guillotine blade came down and cut it neatly in two.
"Merlin, you are a genius!" said the grateful monarch. "Now I can
leave, knowing that my Queen is fully protected."
After putting Guinevere in the device, King Arthur then set out
upon a lengthy Quest.
Several years passed until he returned to Camelot. Immediately he
assembled all of his knights in the courtyard and had them drop
their trousers for an informal 'short arm' inspection.
Sure enough, each and every one of them was either amputated or
damaged in some way. All of them, except Sir Galahad.
"Sir Galahad," exclaimed King Arthur. "You are my one and only
true knight! Only you among all the nobles have been true to me.
What is it in my power to grant you? Name it and it is yours."
But, alas, Sir Galahad was speechless.
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Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta'
This seems to be the night for random folks leaving comments in my journal. I haven't had comments left by strangers in such a long time. There's been two tonight. Two different people. Random.
No, the subject line has nothing to do with what I am actually writing about. Thank you.