Take your Rorschach and shove it.

Yes, my mother had me tested and no, sadly, I am not crazy. 

Truth be told, I wish I was.  Crazy is definitely more interesting and fraught with excitement than ordinary.  However, I'm not too fond of the crazies' haute couture.  I don't look good in white. Never have, never will.  

Digression:  I remember when I was in grade school and dutifully enrolled by my parents in a private, unwavering Catholic school... every first Friday of the month (or was it last? Egads, I've forgotten!) we were required to wear this godforsaken white gala uniform with long sleeves, and buttons designed to close off every imaginable breathing orifice.  Suffice it to say, I hated Fridays as much as I hated Mondays.

Unflattering outfit aside, I'd still like to be crazy than ordinary in any given day.  It's empowering when people don't know what to expect from you.  They look at you with curious interest and hopeful bewilderment.  Isn't that better than have them look at you as if they're saying, "Ho-hum.  Next!"

Admittedly, I think my friends already think I'm crazy.  Huh... maybe that's why I haven't been seeing so much of them lately.  Bah, who needs friends when you have two strong-willed plush toys who just can't get along?  Have you ever tried getting in the middle of two fighting plushies?  One of which is a ninja!  True, his shurikens are made out of felt but still.

I digressed again, didn't I?  Dagnabit!  I hate it when that happens.

Hmmmm... butterflies.

Hey Arnold!

Meet Arnold... my newest baby.  Don't ask me where the name came from... I'm just in charge of loving them... the boyfriend is in charge of naming them.  

Percy, my other baby, isn't too happy with this newest addition to the growing brood of Shawnimal plushies but sooner or later he'll get over himself and start loving Arnold too.

*bliss*

New Post. Click.

I feel like I won the lottery or something. I've found my voice again and I am THU-RILLED! What to say first? Who shall I skewer with my wit sans disclaimer? I want to say everything that has been bubbling just beneath the surface of my soul.

Ok, ok... I need to pace myself and do this a post at a time. I can't be tripping all over myself and just willy nilly say everything all at once.

First off, I just want to say... my typing skills have gone down the drain. Ugh. I keep having to hit backspace because I mistyped something. C'est la vie. I'll get it together soon enough I suppose.

Man, I need a PAUSE button for my brain.

So, in short order. Percy has a mini-blog within my blog... which right now is in its rough stages unfortunately. Hopefully the boyfriend can help me fix it because again, I am CSS-retarded. Thank Tallulah for point and click formatting! Speaking of the boyfriend... today is his birthday so I'mma be in my best behavior. Gotta give him lots of love, ya know?

One sec while I flip through my mental notebook... I'm looking for stuff I can talk about in short bursts of meaningful words. Bah. Why must I write the way I speak? Oh well. Did I say that yet? No? Good. Moving on.

Oh yeah... almost forgot... in a few weeks it's going to be my birthday too and the boyfriend, being the loving, most generous, amazing guy that he is, got me a slew of Shawnimals stuff. Oh hush auto-correct... Shawnimals is a legitimate word goshdarnit!

I hate auto-correct.

There ought to be some sort of drug I can take or program I can enroll in that would help me curb my annoying habit of digressing so much.

On to the Laboratory! Gotta catch me a few more Bionic Mice. Need those rb pots so bad.

*tap* *tap* Is this thing on?

To say I've been negligent is an understatement. My lack of posts have nothing to do with me being busy or preoccupied with more important stuff... the only reason I've not posted in AGES is pure and simple laziness.

I just couldn't be arsed.

That and I somehow lost my voice. Again. I feel like I have nothing more left to say. But that's not true. I have so much more I want to write about... so much more that I want to rant and rave about and I just need to find the drive and inspiration to get off of my ass and just do it.

Maybe this is it though. Maybe this post is the start of another round of ranting and raving and inspired lunacy. I hope so. I missed this. I really did.

Oh and new design! Thank you Blogger Gods for listening to my silent prayers. I'm psyched!

Look out world... here I come! (Again...)

Just so you know...

Me and my boy. Holy crappola I'm old.