Drew

You are as sexy as...A baby bottle factory!

So...many....nipples!

How Sexy Are You?, created by Ptocheia

"DIY clothing stores" is an oxymoron!

Also, my downstairs neighbor is pounding bass at 12:30 am. It's loud and annoying. I feel sorry for the fish, though.

I don´t think they exist.

The locals swear that the baby hippo I saw swimming in the river the other day was some sort of enourmous muskrat, but they can take their crazy tourist tricks and their so-called Capo Vera rat thing and do something naughty.

What kind of a name is Gygax, anyways? German, or Czech, or what?

I had a dream last night that I actually had four cats instead of the two I was aware of. Three of them all just looked exactly the same, and two were always hiding at any given time. If Will reads this, I hope it has not been too hard dealing with three Veluthas.

Here in the motherslapping jungle, parrots and other birds are swarming through the skies like toads, or dragons. It is insane.

Xuttuh.

la la la I am drew! weeeeee

I like chocolate and taking dumps. Dude.

So, I just saw the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen the other day. Interesting concept but supremely campy execution. Regardless, I was thinking about what a cool idea it was, when it hit me:

League of Extraorinary Gentlemen, is . . . Xtreme Fanfic Crossover!

Of course, conceivably I'm incompetent at navigating the unplumbed recesses of my mind.

And poor me, without an S-Word at all to my name.

So I haven't felt comfortable in my skin in a long time, and I'm finally going to do something about it. I've recently started taking the proper hormones, and those of you irl already know the status of my hair. I've just never felt comfortable having the word 'male' attached to me as a person, it's just never felt, well, right. I'm hoping to be able to afford some breast enhancement surgery in about 6 months or so (I'm gonna shoot for a D cup!), and from now on, I want you all to refer to me as Frida.

I really appreciate you all for being here for me, and I'm gonna definitely need your support in the upcoming months as I finally make my transition into who I really am.

So I was trying to tell the sex of this chromosome I was hanging out with. I decided to pull down its genes and find out.

Sometimes blind dates do *not* go well, let me tell you.

P.S. Soccer practice!

Could she be das letze Einhorn? One never knows!

Fluids slowly slide down my throat, unbidden. A maddenning tickling torments my throat -- only forcing a cough can stop it, and yet coughing only makes it worse. I'm truly impaled on the horns of a dilemna. Very uberzweihorn. But I repeat myself.

The illness has returned, I fear. One day it'll kill me (that bastard), but for now I'm content to live with it for a few days like an unwanted relative.

Now if only I could get to send me a birthday card.

...but for now, those tangerines will *just* have to do!

What's your sexual perversion?

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C'mon, they can't even *breed*!

What pisses you off?

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Warbling podcasts forbode of no such lecture.
Civil War! History is only fun when people are killing.
The beards help, too.
Should the mighty schooling be on my table?
Win, Geronimo -- win.

Thank you.

Insomnia again.

Interesting.

More white space makes for a "slower" post.

More terse.

Like a verse.

Interesting.

After you die... Purgatory After death, you will exist in purgatory. It's so-so, I heard.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

With no apparent rhyme or reason, one or both of my felines defecate just outside the litter box. Probably Estha, as she's cute but generally serves best as a feces factory. Very frustrating, especially as she will usually use the litter box but then randomly not. I think she's trying to punish me (like your mom). I'd buy cat-Depends, but I wouldn't want to destroy their self-esteem.

Split ends are contributing to the exploded bird's nest of folicular folly that sits atop my dome. Perhaps a hair cut lies in my immediate future? One never knows.

I fear brownies almost as much as I pine for them. [On camera: "The Larch."] I've begun purchasing neccesary ingrediants for brownie concoction, but it's possible they may just dominate my lack of self-control to the point of addiction (and obesity). Therefore I waffle back and forth between giving into my gluttanous, sinfull desires to birth a personal chocolate orgy, and my love of desire to not destroy the beautiful things I create. Now if only I had chocolate ovaries.

My current schedule is insane, and extrodanarily difficult to co-ordinate time with anyone else. Recently there's been a sad lack of wargames and role-playing. I have special needs, y'know? I can drive around little tanks on a computer screen, but for some reason it's just not the same without it being social party where we all drive around little plastic or pewter tanks. Damned weird, but there it is. Although they can be pewter/plastic guys with S-Words too. The very good news is that ptocheia fairly well stands as the coolest girlfriend of all time, with regards in this case to her tolerance of "basement" games that borders on enjoyment. The Magic games come fast and furious, and today we're working on a dungeon that will include Somber Hoverguards. Now I just have to make sure they don't become so Somber they turn Forlorn.

The vampire romance story is coming along nearly as well as I'd like it to. I heard somewhere I should include more plungers.

It's weird, I felt like I made this post earlier. Perhaps my brain was time-slipping forward? C'est la guerre.

And now for something completely different.

The Larch.


The Larch!

OMG. Estha totally took a dump in an inappropriate location. Pisses me off! Much like your mom. Kitty diapers would make the world a much better place.

Man is my hair big today! It's like a cotton candy machine is having a losing battle with a walrus mech infantry!

Oh boy do I love brownies! One day I shall unlock the magical secret to their breeding habits, and I too shall be able to birth beautiful chocolate delicacies. Children have never sounded so delicious! And I'll become a professional midwife so I can eat them all the time! Well, technically a midhusband I guess, 'detachable penis' is a moot point after one too many superglue orgies =(

Yeah, so later today I'm totally gonna dress up in a cape and with some fangs and antlers and stuff, and I'll take my fake plastic swords and battle amongst the fake plastic trees with all of my cool orc friends. And my awesome 'fro will totally give me +5 charisma, and the brownies will give me +6 booty, and it'll rock out. Then the Basement Police will come and I'll do battle with them, and by battle I mean I will own them good in a hot and heavy game of Magic. I think bottle gnomes are really sexy, they turn me on like woah! I write hot vampire erotica about them and somber hoverguards doing naughty things with plungers. They can tap *my* mana anyday!!!

And now for something completely different:

==):^D>

Abe Lincoln loves you all. Have a lovely afternoon.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Zang! Who is that, stalking along the steppes! It is Illiteratenazi, hands clutching a studded crowbar! And with an ominous howl, his voice cometh: "I'm going to spank you into the stuff of nightmares, and trade you for a candy bar!!"

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