Stole it from
Jiminy Crackers, it’s my seduction style
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Stole it from
Jiminy Crackers, it’s my seduction style
I just realized that when I finished filling this out, I forgot to unprivate it.
ATTENTION INTERNET:
I have just been granted the exemption I needed in order to have full access to financial aid including:
– All $2025(per semester) of the Pell Grant
– other sundry government grants and loans
I will now be attacking school with a renewed vigor, given that You People(TM) will be footing the bill with your tax dollars. Thank you, suckers.
I guess that last part was only directed at the americans who read this.
Big SHOUT OUT to internet charlotte for not paying for my school, but maybe reading my journal anyway.
IF YOU’RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST,
I want to know 20 things about you. I don’t care if we’ve never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don’t. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends! JUST HIT REPLY.
1.Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
HERE COMES THE FUN … … …
1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
2. Whats your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I’m sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I’m a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I’m attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so i can fill it out for you?
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I was killed in a flooded corridor by the wrath of Warren Ellis, whilst carrying…
the Shield of Two Xtreme, the Amulet of Blade Raver, the Sceptre of Midnytson, the Wand of Codeb6, the Dagger of Neph, the Axe of Lunarmoon and 56 gold pieces.
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The tart powdery smell of the airbag dust still burns in the back of my sinuses. It’s probably the worst crash I’ve ever been in, needless to say, the worst one in which I’ve been the driver. The day started out awful, with a completely unrelated nagging bad feeling that I wasn’t getting what I really wanted from my current relationship. Then. after waiting almost an hour for the water heater to provide me with palatable temperatures, I took a shower and was off to work. By midnight, my overpowering feeling was “Everything’s comin’ up Milhouse.” I interacted with two profoundly satisfying lower level employees- the register jockeys at Hardee’s and Quiktrip, both of whom not only exceeded expectations, but truly went above and beyond. Also, I was averaging over $40 an hour. It was a very good night. Then I picked up the woman and her two daughters who would be present for, and-thankfully-uninjured by, my crash. Travelling on 270 southbound. Rain. Dark. 65mph. Pleasant conversation with the lady in the backseat. The road rushes up on me and all is fine. Then the backend starts to slide a bit to the right. Correct by steering a bit right(Oh Shit). Must’ve steered a bit too far, because it continues to hydroplane, this time left. Recorrect, I guess it was really too far this time, because the spin starts. The G-forces were not unlike a carnival ride as the car pulls hard to the right and drifts toward the median(I think of the little girls in the back – OhFuckLetThemBeOk). After the front end manages to collide basically head on with the median while strafing it to the right at no less than 50 miles an hour, I don’t even know what to do with the wheel at this point, so it answers for me by exploding outward a split second(felt like a couple seconds) after the impact. So this is what airbags are like, delayed and impotent.
I remember thinking on multiple occassions(once today even) “Am I sitting too close to this airbag for safety? I should stay forward for passenger comfort, that’s what comes first- besides, what are the odds I’ll have to deal with that bag anyway?”
Car still spinning back end right, front end left, now the rear passenger corner hits the median and we continue to spin out into the middle traffic lanes. We go one more full spin and next thing I know(was it my steering? just luck?) we’re pointed the correct direction, and we seem to be stopped. The road is still moving towards me, then I realize we’re still doing like 30 or 40 in a wrecked car. I guide it toward the right shoulder, applying the brake. Brakes shouldn’t resist so much. Once we’re stopped, the mom speaks first “Is everyone ok?” I hear the older daughter(11, I think) respond in a meak affirmative, somewhat surprised at her own answer. After she has verified that the youngest is ok, she asks me again if I’m ok. I feel dizzy. My arm stings a bit. I am miraculously whole and, for the most part, unscathed. We sit for a few seconds while a cloud of airbag dust chokes us all and I look around for my phone to call Sarah. Then a fucking truck clips the left rear corner. We barely move, but we did feel and hear it. And as the truck speeds off never to be seen again, I can see it correcting it’s path slightly from the impact. Lucky bastard didn’t spin out.
Everyone is unhurt.
The car is DONE.
I find that my door won’t open without being forced. Not so bad, it is pouring out there. We’re so damn lucky there weren’t any cars around for our spin. It’s really a one car crash. Eventually Edward is gotten ahold of, cops show up, car gets towed, cab 7 takes my passenger home then comes back and takes me home. Not really in that order. Mess got painted over, to be dealt with for real tomorrow.
I wonder if I still work for Edward. I wonder how soon I’ll be able to drive again, I still need money. I kinda hope I get a few days to myself to relax, but I do need to work. I wonder also if I’m going to be the one who has to pay for the car.
The sting on my arm was from where the airbag scraped the underside of my forearm, I will probably have a bruise tomorrow, it’s already swollen. And the dizziness went away within a minute, of course.
Last night I hoped I’d feel better after I woke up than I did when I went to bed. I have extended the timetable of when I hope to feel better so that it now includes any point in the future.