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So, I'm driving home. La la.

Then I need to merge.

So I start merging and this dickwad in his shiny fucking Jaguar starts to close the gap that I'm merging into. The lane is almost gone by the time he closes in.

So I continue to merge anyway because I'm not in the mood to take things lying down today.

So this cock honks "the longest honk ever" at me, flips on his brights, and rides my ass so close that he might have well had his light OFF, he was so close.

So I flip on my dome light so that he can see me and I give him a big, toothy, smile in my rear view mirror. This pisses him off more and he revs back and forth and flips me off and starts yelling at me. Then we open to two lanes and he still sticks behind me and then out of nowhere, turns from our lane and makes a right hand turn down a street, crossing the open lane that it to my right.

What an asshole. I wonder what that pussy is like in every day activities. Does he smoke? Is he an assistant to the CEO? Does he have an asphyxiation fetish?

My new character. Don't steal.

Good old Portal of Evil and it's LJRIG...

So, on MySpace I put down that I have "extra baggage" in my stats section. It's been that way for a while. I mean, a pansa is extra baggage, right? So, recently my pages are full of ads for "more to love" and "big beautiful singles for you!"

Blinks.

Knowing that MySpace user personal information to advertise specifically to the user, that's kind of a downer! MySpace thinks I'm fat!

Oh yea, Tom! Well....um....you're gay!

...no really...you're gay, right?

I should probably make a ref sheet for my character for the random times I actually decide to commission someone.

I got the final image of my back tattoos done today. A blue rat to represent someone from my past, to point to rebirth in the future. So the yellow sunflower, the red star of infinity, and the blue rat.

I'm hungry and want Taco Bell, but it's closed. I shall weep, now.

I move to Santa Monica in 6 weeks.

It's kind of frightening.

But I'm excited. I get paid three times until then. I'm going to plan on a trip or two before then, to take stuff to storage and scope some digs out.

Justin's girlfriend accepted his proposal for marriage, so I'm sure a lot of things will be changing.

But I can't go back now. My transfer is set for the week starting 7th of January.

New world, here I come.

I did it. I'm out.

Estuary is blessed but scary.

So, I want to meet the Red Hot Chili Peppers so bad.

But what would that do? I'd tell them that their music means so much to me and helped get me through changes in my life.

And then they'd thank me and sign an autograph and be on their merry way.

And then...?

Dear journal.

The only funny "misheard lyrics" video is the original Fall Out Boy one.

Please stop making more.

Love, Monica

So, I've been working on this storyboard to "Tell Me Baby" on-and-off for over a year and finally decided to chop it up and put it into video. I was on a roll tonight and fucking Forrest Gump had to go and come on A&E and now I'm stuck to the television until it's over.

So when does DeviantArt start getting spammed? I had three spam "notes" from today and yesterday. :(

So, I went on this date tonight and let me just say that it's really awkward when your date knows your 66 year-old father. This guy is 31 and 10 years ago he worked at the same Food 4 Less (now Food Maxx) with my father. He remembers who he was. "He used to work graveyard, didn't he? He wasn't the produce or butcher guys--one of the department managers."

Odd.

Had a good time, but the man wasn't very talkative. I like to talk philosophy and sociology and psychology and this guy didn't have much to say. But he's nice and has a pretty attractive personality, and eyes that really knock one off their feet. Ended the night with a hug and an assurance that he'd call, so all seems good.