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The pool owner's phone number is 215-913-0569. Feel free to spam! :D :D :D :D :D

Found on ontd_political.

What the hell is up with this fucking dry mouth? I'm drinking like ten glasses of water a day because my mouth can't go thirty seconds without drying up. And with a fresh piercing? Shit is fucking painful.

Is this normal?

Can a new tongue piercing (as in, fresh from yesterday) make you feel tired? Mom theorizes that a deep tissue wound takes a lot out of you, but I think I'm just hallucinating. Idk though, I've felt drained all day...

Hurm. At least it's a lovely excuse to eat ice cream.

Everybody head to the bunkers.

RIP Billy Mays, you were only 50. :( :( :(


This makes me kind of freaked-out for my stepdad, who's also just 50. I should lock him in a bunker y/y









In other (highly important) news, am I the only person who can't expand threads in sf_d anymore? D:

You need to learn how to fucking handle ONTD. You can't just suspend everything that's popular.

Empire Magazine has revealed its list of the 50 Greatest TV Shows ever, so LJ has a TV meme

1. Bold the shows you watch/used to watch in their first run.
2. Italicize the shows you've seen at least one episode of.
3. Underline the shows you didn't watch when it premiered, but in syndication/DVD/online/etc you've seen most or all the episodes.
( 4. Post your answers. )

Poll #1420738
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Is subtlety dead?

You know how I feel about Batman's death?

This is how.



FLAMES

FLAAAAAMES

Let me tell you something: You know who would win the battle for the cowl?

The motherfucking Batman, that's who.

Do you know who the motherfucking Batman is?

BRUCE GODDAMN WAYNE.

That's who.

Does anybody know how to trace an IP address to a geographic location?

Thanks, guys. I'm friends-locking everything even remotely sensitive from now on.

I'm going to puke some time today, I can feel it. I just wish it would happen sooner rather than later.

Friday was dominated by horrible cramps, back pain, and a constant intake of alcohol to sate the pain. Turned out great! :D

Yesterday was the Day of the Ribfest. Mom, Angelo, my cousin Mark and I went to Ribfest for cover bands, live blues, and delicious food. I also discovered that I like Belgian White beer and that other beer isn't as bad as I've always imagined. It could be worse- it could be vodka. The ribs were good, the deep-fried Oreos were better, and I got to meet Governor Lynch!

Governor Lynch was so cool- he's basically the nicest person ever, disturbingly attractive, and just really decent and friendly. I thanked him for the gay marriage thing, thanked him for bringing New Hampshire into the 21st century, and he got all smiley about that. Then we talked about UNH! I told him that I'll be majoring in English Journalism and he gave me a hug- apparently he was an English major too. He called me a future governor. :D Yay!

Today will be about getting shit done. YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I love you!

If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

Hating yourself is fun.

Yesterday was Blog Like It's The End Of The World day- as in, you're supposed to blog as if caught in a zombie apocalypse. Sorry I didn't warn you, darling flist, but I myself didn't find out until halfway throughout the day.

Fucking fun as shit, though. :D

I went and took my walk in the woods, and the river had... well, there were bodies floating in it. Bodies with parts ripped off, still moving, but not screaming. One of them saw me, and yelled, and grabbed my ankle. I kicked her off, but one of the dirt bikers on the path in the woods started coming at me, so I ran home. Who needs that shit, right?

Then my cousin Peter's graduation dinner completely fell apart. I was just finishing my buffalo wings when a Talbot's employee from across the plaza burst in the restaurant, screaming about zombies and the end of the world. We jumped in the car and ran back to my cousin's house. There were people panicking in the streets, and blood and the smell of rotting corpses everywhere.

Eventually we wound up barricaded inside the house eating cake and giving Peter presents, ignoring the rotting smell and occasional banging on the door. There was one group of... people roaming through the town of Merrimack- I think they all came from the cemetery at the same time, growing in numbers.

They fucking flooded the house! We had to fight them- I wound up pulling a Rorschach with a lighter and bottle of hairspray, which was incredibly effective. They made off with all three house pets, though, and when my 9-year-old cousin Matt cut himself on a piece of glass, they fell on him like rabid dogs. They... god, they tore him apart.

Uncle Mark had to put a bullet between his bitten wife's eyes, and when the horde was gone Mom and I came home. Nashua was much quieter- dead bodies everywhere, the occasional sound of a child crying. Everything is quiet now, but we're worried about the river. Who knows what will come out of it?