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Oh yeah, lines for this weekend:

“Hey, do you know of anyone who can align chakras? I need mine aligned. Or better yet, anyone who has crystal suppositories? I seem to have spiritual hemmroids.”

“If your ass hurts, you fell down the stairs.”

“Need a shot?” “No, I already have a shot in my cup.”

At any rate, we found the stairs to the hill this morning. And redselchie, can I just say that it sounds really odd to have Big Gay Al’s voice calling the South Quarter.

So, our intellingent House Reps decided to pass the “No Women in Combat” bill. *sigh* I’m hoping to be contacting my Senator this afternoon and calling up my Rep (after I get the voting record). This annoys me to no end, not because of some “equality” thing, but because someone is living a fantasy world thinking that our military isn’t strapped (while the other 3 branches might not be, the Army is, and this will seriously effect the Army), so they’re going to take female medics out of the field, female pilots out of the sky (plane and helo’s), and *duhdunduh* the supply bat’s that are located in a position that might be compromised and women might get injured or killed.

What a crock of shit.

Scorpio for this week:

One of Sesame Street’s most recognizable characters is Cookie Monster. After years of feasting on all the cookies he wanted, the fuzzy blue puppet has recently been forced to limit his intake. In an effort to teach kids better eating habits, the show’s producers even require Cookie Monster to sing a song called, “A Cookie Is a Sometimes Food.” I vociferously protest this action. Born November 2, Cookie Monster is a Scorpio, and Scorpios shouldn’t be compelled to tone down their desires as long as their desires aren’t hurting anyone. You’re on this earth to explore your cravings, to be led by your cravings to the frontiers of understanding. That’s the only way they can teach you all they have to teach. Now go and commune with as many cookies (or your personal equivalent) as you need to.

FreeWill Astrology

Hrm. All the “cookies” I want, eh? That could be dangerous. Otherwise, I agree with some of the insight regarding life’s lessons.

I am feeling restless again. Raowr. Dammit. And methinks that the camping this weekend ain’t gonna cut it. Shit! Must have gas money, must go driving. Shit!

Mraowr.

So this is a day I feel like doing stupid shit, like going mudding, downhill mountain biking, kickbox sparring, wrestling, rock climbing. Something active. Yet, I am stuck in my house, as my parents recover from their trip. Least I got gym time in this morning, though, more would have been nice.

For some reason, the activity that I’m responding to most, is to just gnaw one someone. Not the lovey-type nibbling, I mean actually gnawing on body parts. I don’t know why that is appealing to me today. I think it has something to do with the drive to Cumming yesterday, it was extremely liberating. Music blasting, windows all down and open, brain completely oblivious to the matters of the world and just focused on not hitting anything, and enjoying the weather. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I just wanted to slough off my skin. The only thing that would have made it better, was getting far enough north to jump into one of the rivers, and just float for a bit.

Well, the Freaky parentals made it here, no biking for me. *pout* Oh well, I’ll live, I guess. Maybe some other time. At anyrate, it’s laid back day at the casa de Ammo, not much going on. Made the business calls this morning and hit the gym. Rentals will be hitting the gym with me on Wednesday, I guess, we’ll see. Raowr. I feel the need to pounce something, not necessarily in a loving manner, either.

Apparently, they held a Taps Echo up North of here. I wish I could have gone to it, but it’s got my interest. Need to see if there are any groups out here who I can hook up with for it. Yeah, I know how to play a trumpet too, and it’s something I can do, as they’re issuing a call for more people who can play taps, now to just learn to play it properly, well, having the instrument would be helpful, as well.

Yay! Thank you, fucking news media – all of you SOB’s, even you goddamned “conservatives”. Why? Because my Army boys can’t tell me anything about what’s going on over there anymore, because of the crap that you all choose to put into print.