InsaneJournal

Current mood:	mellow
Current music:	Ben Folds Five--Underground
Entry tags:	original fiction, shit involving me, silliness

we'll be decked in all black and slamming the pit fantastic
I was gonna bitch about how much of a whore my father is being, but...yeah, this has been way too much like an actual LJ lately, WTF. He's a bitch, leave it at that. I saw a picture of a bedsore today! That's cool! Yeah!

Anyway, the real reason I'm updating is to notify those of you who live within mule-floggin' distance that I'm going to be participating in the student reading at the Kirtland House at 5:30 on Monday. You can watch me stutter my way through Sepsis, watch other people read their own stories and poetry and whatnot, and if you show up at 5:00, you can stuff your face with free food! They generally have little meatballs and chicken wings and a fruit platter with FROSTING. Fucking FROSTING, man, all in a little bowl like dip and you get your strawberries up in that shit and it ROCKS. Generally lasts a couple of hours, nice informal shindig...so, yeah. If you don't have anything better to do and you want a free meal, consider stopping by.

As a side note, I took Megan's suggestion to, well, censor the images I'm using for my Internet Censorship presentation. Perhaps you, the reader, can tell me if I did a good enough job editing out the naughty bits...













As Annie pointed out, yeah, that's a lot of pussy. As a side note, I didn't notice how much of a doomcock the tentacle rape guy had until I tried to cut a dachshund to fit.

...that sentence is going to come back to haunt me out-of-context.

ETA: OH SHIT I'M ON THE FUCKING BANDWAGON GUYS