For the past week, I've been traversing the Eastern Shore of Maryland and Virginia to visit relatives, stuff myself with seafood, see the ocean for a change instead of the Not-the-Ocean they're so fascinated with in Michigan, and go to the Best Junque Store in the History of the Universe. We also got amazing sushi and visited my favorite used bookstore ever, which is filled with stacks upon stacks of books and is apparently also the owner's home. If I missed anything important in Internets Land, tell me!
Most of these photos were taken from a moving car, and there aren't many of them because the batteries in my camera were slowly dying. If I could take a photo that didn't suck after fewer than 10 tries, I would have planned ahead and charged said batteries, but I can't, so whatever. Anyway.

( Photos! I kind of lied about there not being many of them. )

It's that time again! I'm drowning in perfume and need to clear out my BPAL stash. I'm selling Snow White '05, Love's Philosophy, El Dia De Reyes, a lot of 6 imps including Vampire Tears, and a bottle of Bien Loin D'Ici with 12 sticks of African Spice incense.
Sorry if you've already seen this on every damn social networking site I'm on. DERP.

I have no idea what these tiny beasts are, but the stepfather found them while he was cutting the grass!

"When people show you who they really are, believe them the first time." -Maya Angelou

I think this is the theme of 2009 for me.

In eight days, I will be in Ohio at the most metal slumber party in the history of giggling, squeeing and hair braiding!
There is going to be giggling, squeeing and hair braiding, right? XD

murph in a basket
Originally uploaded by misslicorice
There's a basket on the counter that all of the cats have taken turns posing in. Murph is so fat he spills out of it like an abundance of batter from a muffin cup.

...Now what?

Holy crap, this is awesome.

It occurs to me that six hours in the future, I'm going to be cursing myself for my idiocy and angrily dissecting the string of ill-advised decisions that led me to get so very little sleep.
Ah well!

On the astonishingly dull ride back to Big Rapids, I saw a road sign that said, "Water on road." It struck me as a good jumping point for haiku, so I started scribbling furiously and ended up with the following gems.

Water on road keeps
It simple, stupid. Bridges
Are much too advanced

Water on road lets
Adventurous mermaids roam
To mall and beyond

Water on road and
Sea monsters in street hasten
Certain death for all

Onslaughts of ice and
Warlike precipitation
March on water road

Around that point, "water on road" lost its charm and I looked for new muses.

Freefloating rubber
So bright and deadly to ducks
Pop that shit, pronto

Big Al, my lover
Kiss my arteries deadly
Embrace me again!

"RESTAURANT," land of
Inbred serial rapists
Will stare when you enter

Trees, trees, trees, trees, TREES!
When will the tyrrany of
Wilderness leave us?

E-Vart, or is it
Ev-art? Foreigners cannot
Discern the right sound

Having one hideously boring week and two days to sit around thinking without distraction is not fun! I should be drinking Mai Tais or something, goddamnit.
Actually, that's a fantastic idea. Any other suggestions for tropical drinks I should try? XP

I heard the lyrics to the Muse song "Supermassive Black Hole" as "Supermagic Fraggle Whore." And I think my version is pretty splendid, honestly.

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For those of you who weren't spammed with them on Myspazz or Facebook, here are some goofy pictures of me.



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I'm kind of afraid to order my textbooks for next semester because once I do, I will be broke until next May! *sad face*

Okay.
Who the fuck changed my default icon to a photo of a large blond man with a goatee?? I HOPE YOU WERE SCARRED FOR LIFE by those private entries about my escapades with the Renaissance Faire pirates!

The Stepbuzzard took me to the store last night so I could buy some things for my poor invalid mother, who broke her ankle on Tuesday. While we were there he purchased ingredients for a MEAT PIE that he plans to inflict on his coworkers at a potluck dinner. If you've ever read my Domestic Failure posts, you are giggling in anticipatory glee already. I don't know what he's going to put in the meat pie, but I'd guess cloves, oregano, chilli peppers, hot dogs, raisins, mushrooms, venison, and teriyaki chicken wings with the bone still in them.

Why didn't anyone tell me how amazing hockey games are?? The players are really pretty for one thing, and for another, it's a great opportunity to bellow obscene things such as "GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, BITCH!" I have been deprived.
Of course, maybe they only bellow obscene things at the opposing team at Ferris. It's hilarious - there's a sign right over our heads reminding us to "respect all teams!" and what do we do? Chant "CIR-CLE JERK! CIR-CLE JERK!" at them when they're in their little pre-game huddle. And the goalie's name was Johnson, so they started saying "TINY! JOHNSON! TINY! JOHNSON!" at him.
Awesome.