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Don’t know what happened exactly, but somehow all the site files got moved today, and things didn’t update entirely properly after they were returned.

I uh…regret eating pizza rolls. I knew I would, having not eaten them in at LEAST a year, nor any crapfood in a year that I can remember. The worst I’ve eaten is Panda Express, and that’s really pretty okay.

I think this is how I ensure I never eat crap again. It’s only been three or four hours, and I feel like I’ve all the energy of a crippled sloth. I think my soul’s going to be shit out tomorrow. I’ll have an out of body experience on the toilet. I hear when that happens you feel like you’re floating, looking down on yourself, but I think I’ll be looking up, given circumstances.

What?

It did.

Somewhere, sometime, IRC stopped being a lot of guys joking about being gay with each other. I’m not sure when or why. But sometimes I missed it. Other times I don’t miss the constant mantrain jokes.

Give and take, like everything.

“The complicated nature of the human brain could both help or hurt her chances of recovery.”

Normally I’d take this chance to complain about how EVERYTHING being live shits up the news, but that was taped. They had time to notice that someone smashed together two phrases into one that disagrees with itself in reviews and in editing, if not live on the spot somehow as I noticed it.

But they didn’t, and somehow I still don’t have a job even though this crew does.

The world, it is unjust.

A gentle touch speaks volumes. Especially when it’s your uncle.

Exercise your heart today. Just accept that it’ll never be strong enough to end the pain.

There’s a bag of Dove Heart Promises in the house, little heart shaped dark chocolate candies.

One, I’m not sure why anyone buys candy from a soap company. They’re about as good as one would expect given that origin.

Second, they have little…”inspirational” reflections on the inside of the wrapper. I know that’s a big thing these days, companies just love that since Sobe made a thing of it, but these seem a little less inspiration. If I may share a few and what they actually make people think about:

“Remember your first crush.” And then think about how they fed you a line of bullshit before ignoring you for a friend or using you.

“How much can your heart hold?” And ask yourself why doesn’t anyone’s heart have room for YOU?

“Be your own Valentine.” Because nobody else is going to do it, you sad old cow.

I don’t know what to blame it on, but in Phoenix, it is NUTSHIT out today. In my 35 minutes I spent on the road today I witnessed or was involved in some 6 near wrecks. That’s just over one every six minutes. Sudden lane changes without looking being the cause of all that I can think of, actually. Two in a one mile stretch, even, of someone just suddenly merging into another lane, where there happens to be another car already. Not even in a blind spot, directly beside. They’d been running parallel in both cases.

I don’t know what’s with everyone today. It was this bad at 3pm, it was this bad at 4 pm, 6 pm, 2 am.

I’m just going to blame it on the solar flare. I’m not sure there’s any veracity to the concept, but maybe the extra dose of solar radiation fried our primate brains, reverting us into psychotic apes. The constant horn blaring and angry gesticulation I saw today would certainly support that idea, or at least the results of it.

Naturally, the bigger question…if it IS the solar flare, how long does this effect last?

I derped hard. I lost the saucer I’d put my steak on after noticing the oven was on. I set it down and went to go check if there was a reason. There wasn’t. I went back in and gone. I looked in the living room. The bar. Nothing. My room was considered, but I was holding my fork and knife. I’d not been back there, having just typed an email to my professor before getting dinner. And I was still holding my fork and knife.

Did I mention that my oven is a microwave combo unit before? I sure didn’t think about that. I even checked in the oven…just not the microwave about it. The one I put my food in to reheat.

Derp.

But I did play two hours of Marvel vs. Capcom 3 before hauling my ass to Mesa, Arizona. And then a good six more now that I’ve been home.

Totally worth it, but uh…what the hell happened to the story mode, guys? There were a lot of things promised that aren’t there, and I don’t think it was just Capcom’s reps going Molyneux. I’m curious just what happened to get story mode left out, and the apparent events that are supposed to be in there according to the titles.

Strange. Very strange. Or I can just be cynical and say “omg Capcom is trying to get DLC money from us, rar!”

Okay, gas is too high again. I just ran some fucks away from my car via the power of big steel maglight. Here’s a hint, dipshit siphoners, don’t stand and argue with each other while you complain that you can’t get the cap off the tank. Shit, I’m pissed. I’m starting to think gas theft is going to become a hanging offense soon. Lifetime in jail, no probation. It’s the equivalent of horse thievin’ in that it’s prone to stranding you, but also MORE expensive than buying a new horse.

Also really, really angering. I sincerely want to beat those two. I’ve got the image of the tall blonde woman in her best “suburban mom” disguise and her “non-threatening braids” black male partner in his tank top MEMORIZED. If gas gets any higher we’re going to treat siphoners like child molesters, assaulting them on sight or even suspicion!

I’ve begun to think my constant cleaning is just so I don’t think about Marvel vs. Capcom 3. My desire to actually go to class Tuesday, much less go to bed on time for my test Wednesday, just keeps on slipping.

Tomorrow, at least, I can distract myself for a little while with the Gra-wait. Bieber’s a big thing tomorrow isn’t he? And so is Katy Perry.

Fuck the Grammys, I’m just going to do my homework early apparently. Not like I’ve much cleaning left to do anyway, but probably a ton of philosophy classwork to read and a few paragraphs of fluff articles to write anyway. Might as well get those done before I never do anything ever again in my life thanks to the power of ridiculously awesome videogame crossovers, right?

Yeah, we both know I’m full of shit and probably won’t get anything done until the last minute as always, but I’m allowed to dream.