November 2, 2002
bush boogies and bad babies
Listening
to: Green Day - Hitchin A Ride
Reading: old Rolling stone magazines
Despite my angry, cantankerous, foulmouthed
opinioniated self, I laugh easily. And if it's really good, 
I'll tear up a lot. I even pepper in
some profanity when I catch my breath. And for some reason, my entire way of laughing
scares a lot of people that I meet. They keep asking me if I'm okay too. Damn, I'm
laughing, laughing hard! How okay does it get?
It doesn't even have to be about what they
say that makes me laugh. It's just 
how I hear it, and envision it. That's why I hardly laugh when I'm
on the Net.
Breaking news! This site (rants based on a
baby naming forum) had me tearing and laughing at five in the morning, so hard that I had
to clamp 
two hands over my mouth before I woke everyone up. My cheeks hurt
because my bursts of laughter kept exploding in my mouth.
And yeah yeah, I do hate little site animations that just constantly twitch. This is the first (last?) exception. Entertaining isn't it? I'm becoming attached to them, and I keep them very clean and happy. You can tell they are well-fed and possess interesting characteristics. If all doesn't work out I'll let them battle till death. If people ask, all I'll say is "She made me do it!" She didn't, really. But go to the link anyway.