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[morrigirl]

The Great LiveJournal Outage of 2005 During the outage I got a life. Upon discovering LJ again lived, I happily disposed of it. What did you do? Brought to you by geek-foo

Last night I flooded my downstairs neighbor's bathnroom. I was in my apartment enjoying a nice hot shower when I heard someone banging on my front door. Hopped out, discovered a giagantic puddle on my bathroom floor, threw on my bathrobe, and ran downstairs, the terry cloth sticking to my soaking wet body. I openned my door and there was my landlady and my downstairs neighbor Kevin mopping up a massive puddle in the hallway. John came up and looked at my shower. He determind that there was a leak in the shower door so today they're gonna buy me a curtain to keep the water from flowing out of the stall.

I actually did get a life this weekend, as the openning meme indicates. Saturday, after spending my workday playing PowerPets and checking every five minutes to see if LJ was back up, I called Andrew and got him to take me to the movies. We went to see Elektra. His choice, not mine. Was it an amazing super-hero film? No. Was it a perfectly good way to waste an hour and a half? Yes.

Yesterday I had lunch with Elisabeth. That was nice since I hadn't seen her since the summer. I went over to her place, met her new dog. We ate at Uno's and had a nice long chat about how awesome it is to live alone. Then we went thrifting. There's a nice big Goodwill by her house so we spent a little time in there. Then I went back up to her apartment and checked my email. Found what sounded like an urgent email from Gayle saying that she wanted to talk to me and why the hell wasn't I online? Of course I immediately thought the worst, that someone had died, or gotten pregnant...or maybe gotten prgnant and then died. Anyway, I hightailed it home so I could call her, and much to my relief when I did...there was nothing wrong. Gayle just wanted to talk to me cause she felt like it. We spoke for almost an hour and that was nice because I haven't spoken to her on the phone in ages. And even though we didn't have anything exciting to tell each other, it was still a good talk. You need to have some human contact with your friends every once in a while.

I had every intention of writing a long ruminative entry today. But I'm working a 9-5 shift at work today, all this week actually, so I don't really have the time. So you probably won't hear much from me in the next week. Must wait until A) I return to the 2-10 shift, or B) I finally cave and get internt at my house.

But before I leave

1. I can't chew lettuce. True. Yes, I know it sounds weird but I seriously can't. Everytime I've ever tried to eat a salad, or a sandwich with lettuce I end up chewing and swallowing everything but the lettuce. I try but my teeth simply won't cut it. I don't know why.

2. I have a birthmark on my right thigh in the shape of Mexico. False. Everybody got this one right, and frankly I would have been rather put out if they hadn't. Almost everyone who answered has lived with me at some point, and by extension has seen me naked. They have first hand knowledge that there is no such birthmark on my leg. Besides, if I DID have one everybody would know about it. I'm the sort of person who'd run around asking strangers if they wanted to see my Mexico shaped birthmark.

3. There is nothing you could offer me that would make me stop biting my nails. True. I recently realized there is nothing on earth I enjoy more than biting my nails. NOTHING. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember and it is an extremely comforting habit. Do my hands look ugly? Of course. Do my fingers hurt from biting the nails down too far? All the bloody time. Even so there is nothing you could offer me that would make me stop. "Hey Carla, I'll give you a million bucks if you never bite your nails again." Psh, keep your stinking cash, the satisfaction I get from nibbling my digits far outweighs the pleasures of monetary wealth.

4. I've been known to hex my enemies. False Heh heh heh, this was the trick question. I posted it just to see if anyone knew me well enough to differentiate between my talk and my walk, and apparently no one can. We all know I'm an ex-Wiccan. We also know that despite my loss of faith I still believe in magic. We also know I often threaten to put curses on people when I'm pissed at them. I don't know how many times Tina and Gayle have listened to me rail on about what horrid magical fate I planned to subject my enemies to. But...it's all just talk. To this day I've never cursed or hexed anyone. Despite having given up Wicca, I'm still trying to rid myself of the belief of Karma. Not to mention that most of the people I despise really aren't worth the trouble of hexing. I find that those I hate often have a talent for messing up their lives without my help. Why exert the energy when they'll just fuck it up themselves?

5. I can wiggle my ears. False.

6. I once wrote a 60 page story in the style of V. C. Andrews. True. I was 11. She was God. The story was called "The Stray Cats, " (I was listening to a lot of 80's new wave at the time) and it contained enough sex, incest, and pregnancy to make my creative writing teacher voice "concerns" about me after reading it.

7. I am a practicing Wiccan. False Everybody got this one right as well. Yeah we all know I lost the faith after Kirk died. Let's move on.


8. I'm allergic to Nair. True. The one time I tried using it my legs broke out in hives. Itched like a motherfucker.

9. I have an inexplicable fondness for churches. True. *falls down laughing* I can't believe some of you thought this was a lie!!! Of course Gayle and Tina knew it wasn't. Then again they've spent more time with me than any of the other respondents. Yes, I love churches. I think they are beautiful, peaceful places. I love looking at them, I love writing about them, I love sitting in them. Just because I'm not a Christian doesn't mean I can't appreciate their houses of worship. I like synogogues and mosques too.

10. I'm not afraid of spiders. True. I'm not. I'm the only person I know who's not. I don't understand why people are so freaked out by spiders. They're pretty, have great legs, and weave graceful webs. What's not to like?





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Comments

[yobachi2003.livejournal.com]

Ha! Those "what did you do's" are funny.

[abarnabas.livejournal.com]

I was able to stop biting my nails at some point and now I find it gross to even chew on them a little. I do however pick at my cuticles all the time still.

[gender-euphoric.livejournal.com]

carla dearest, you told me (one time at band cam....err Knox) that you put a hex/curse on someone. I don't remember who, exactly, but you told me you did. YOU BIG LIAR HA HA HA HA HA.

[morrigirl.livejournal.com]

I hate to tell you Mel but that's absolutely impossible. At the time we were living together I was still VERY morally oppose to hexing and cursing. The thought of actually going through with such a thing wasn't even on my radar. I may have jokingly threatened to curse someone and you may have misunderstood, but I have never, NEVER told anyone that I HAVE cursed a person. Of this I have no doubt.