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Friday, February 4th, 2005
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10:10 pm - Random quiz (stolen from Della)
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| Monday, January 31st, 2005
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11:45 pm - More of an update, per Madi's request - plus rant
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I am doing well - paid off lots of bills and even went shopping this weekend. Living with sister, nothing too much interesting to report anywhere else! I'm hoping to start my master's this summer or fall, depending on if I go to UCI or CSU.
Now a rant.
I know I shouldn't read people's journals that upset me. Still. The idiot mentioned talking to a certain friend of his he went to grad school with the other day - and she's always been infatuated with him. You might recall she visited a couple years ago - about the time G and I started falling apart due to his complete lack of consideration for the fact I was working oh, 3 jobs or so, and he was working none. This is NOT the one who was around all the time that lived sorta local. This one lives up in SF.
Anyway, back then I read her journal and found lots of interesting discrepancies between her tales of their friendship and his. Hard to tell whose are true, as she seems to take a very poetic and dramatic approach to life that might make things more than they are, and the fact that he's, well, a pathological liar.
Anyway, no big deal. I looked from time to time for amusement sake. Anyway, since G mentioned having talked to her when he came down to do final house things last week, tonight I figured she may have mentioned the conversation in her LJ.
Of course she did. Why did I look?
She made it all wistful and nostalgic and of course all about how sad she is that he's no longer around in California, even tho they haven't been close for years. What gets me is she says "the woman who he was with when I was his concubine isn't far behind him."
Apparently she doesn't know that the woman (K) is a co owner of the house. And that they're not romantically involved, but that she's still tottering after him because she has no life, and that G is STILL begging ME to be with him and move to Colorado -- which of course I won't do, as geography is really the least of our problems, it was just the easiest to focus on.
She goes on to say that she is rooting for them because of his HAREM (cough - that word pisses me off, because that's EXACTLY what disgusted me about him - I was his girlfriend but he had all these women around him - including HER - and it was what made him most angry at me was because I didn't bow down and submit like the rest of them) that he liked K best.
Well, that's one person of every one who knows K and I- everyone else has told me without solicitation that they like me better - Our friends L and kids, His best friend E, his mother. But then, this woman LIKES G still after knowing him for 8 years... no accounting for taste. (Ok, let's ignore the fact that I was with him for 4).
Then there's the fact that she believes that he can be called back into service after so many years out of the army - no - and that he was actually affected by desert storm chemicals - again, no. He is such a pathological liar.... and she's so gullible to believe it. But hell, so was I - except he never tried to pull that one off on me, surprisingly. I think he forgets which lies he tells to which people. The trouble with me was that I have a great memory, and I called him on too many things.
Oh, well. I should be happy G and I ended amicably. Amicably enough that he wanted to have sex last week. Yes, friend of G, do root for the other girl, because if he's WITH her, he's already NOT with her mentally or emotionally.
Gee, I wonder what that feels like...
Note the sarcasm.
Ok, rant over.
I really am doing well :D
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| Friday, January 28th, 2005
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10:00 pm - Alive and updating ;)
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The house finally sold, funded today. I am no longer a pauper nor financially entwined with the leach :D
Just thought I'd let y'all know!
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| Monday, December 20th, 2004
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8:20 pm - Grr. Argh.
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house sale fell through (or more aptly, never quite got started). very very very mad, sad, and otherwise unhappy. Buyers from hell who totally screwed over not only us but their own realtor. sucky sucky excuses for human beings. I understand if they changed their mind, but they didn't need to lead us along, nor 'cheat' on their own realtor by going out and buying a different house with someone else, without teling him or us first. Evil. May their escrow fall through on day 29 of 30.
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| Sunday, December 19th, 2004
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1:30 am - Cute
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If The Night Before Christmas had been written by a scientist
'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Musmusculus.
Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is found the honorific title of St. Nicholas.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums.
My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller.
With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved - with utmost celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidation of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof.
His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.
His orbs were scintillate with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability.
The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry.
His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.
Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly.
His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container.
He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being.
By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.
Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle.
Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about- face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage.
He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility:
"Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubrious beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn. "
HO! HO! HO!
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| Monday, December 13th, 2004
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11:21 pm - Too much to do!
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| Tuesday, December 7th, 2004
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9:00 pm - update from the land of the dead
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I do live. The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Anyway.. quick update... and a happy one. My house has buyers! it's only been oh, 4 months. Yay!! Please all of you who have faith in things greater than ourselves, pray for me or do whatever it is that you do to make good things happen for good people.
Thanks!
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| Sunday, October 17th, 2004
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10:00 pm - Alive!
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Just announcing I'm alive. Wow, it's all different here in LJ land. :oohs at the format: All is ok. Just thought I'd let ya know. :D
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| Sunday, August 8th, 2004
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9:45 pm
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I don't recall if I took it before. Stolen from Della:
OAK
You are boisterous and affectionate. You are the
kind of tree that takes nothing sitting down,
and is always ready for an adventure. You like
to see everything that goes on around you. You
like the warm weather, but you flourish when
the nights tend to grow slightly colder. You
are someone who likes to extend your days into
the night hours because you never want to leave
anything unfinished. You love an audience when
you do things and you like to show off
sometimes, but others admire your attitude. You
fear past mistakes coming back to haunt you,
but try to live day by day. You admire the
strength of others and try to find the same in
yourself. When you leave this word, you want to
make an impression so that you'll never be
forgotten.
What's Your Inner Tree?
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Fantasy Survey, stolen from della, and it's longer than the bible, I swear.
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| Saturday, July 31st, 2004
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11:32 pm - Reason Number 493 for being happy to leave this house
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I went to the ER today. First time in my life I've been to a hospital for myself aside from behing born. or at least that i remember, i'll have to ask my mom for certain. I know I had pnumonia as a baby but I can't remember if i was hospitalized or no.
The dogs got in another flippin' fight. Gary didn't put the muzzle on Tigs. I guess I should have noticed and done it but didn't think to. So the two dogs were both trying to go through the tiny spot between our couch and our counter and Tiggy growled at Thenie - usually Thenie just walks away, but Thenie snapped back, and suddenly fur was flying. I grabbed both dogs, yelled for Gary, and then suddenly my hand slipped off one or something and my arm was in Tig's mouth, me yelling "ow ow ow" (like that's gonna help) and finally G got them separated, threw Thenie outside while I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my punctured wrist/arm. Four puncture wounds but not a lot of bleeding. luckily it was just a chomp and not a tear. I didn't need stitches but got a tetanus shot, vicodin, and penicillin. What fun. Not how I wanted to spend my only day off before going to a conference for a week.
I'm ok though, and that's good. And Gary has a lovely way of putting things in perspective:
"At least it wasn't the dogs, 'cause that would have cost like $500. And at least it wasn't me, because I don't have insurance. You do."
Actually, he and K were very nice, K dressed my wound, decided (she's a nurse) that we should go to the hospital because of risk of infection and that it was through some tissue, not just skin. They were nice and G actually went with me into the room to be treated.
Anyway, I'm gone to San Diego til Friday, so if I'm scarce, that be why! I'll check in from time to time. Be well, y'all.
By the way.....
Happy Birthday to Harry Potter and Nate.
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| Thursday, July 29th, 2004
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8:00 pm - New stuff.
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Approved and holding an apartment with my sister.....
It's so hard to be "Excited" when it's my fourth move in 6 years or so... while my sister (her first move out) is all giddy with the newness of it. Luckily my credit check cleared -- yes, I was worried, forgetting that rent is different than other credit checks, they're more forgiving -- and without tricky questions that would be awkward to answer in front of sister who doesn't really know the whole situation (aka mess) that I am in. She suspects anyway, I think. That's ok. Once it's done, I'll be so happy...
This was the third place and the one that made the decision. Thus far the others were pretty much identical and was going to be a monetary decision. This one has 2 bed, 2 bath, each with a walk in closet and equal bedrooms. Only diff is that one bedroom has the bathroom inside, the other's has the bathroom in the hallway. For two full grown adult people with full grown furniture and LOTS of clothes, that was the decision maker. It's a very nice one, corner unit, upstairs, easy (as easy as it gets, anyway) to move stuff into.
Anyway - cut away from quasi happy outing with sister (oh we bought a paposon chair at Pier 1 too! yay!) to coming back to my hell hole. Gary is here. K is here. I had called an hour earlier to see if anyone was home - if they were, I'd have spent the night at mom's. So I'm somewhat bitter. So I remind G that I'm out of town this next week. He tells me he's out of town the week after - 12-20 - so I point out we need to get the house on the market soon, and he acts like that's not the plan and stuff. then finally says "you think I don't know this?" To which my reply was, "Then just say OKAY!" Ugh. The sooner the better... unfortunately, that's not the case.
Anyway. Rant complete. Someone religious, pray my house sells quickly. ... Turn in karma points for me, whatever it takes.
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| Sunday, July 25th, 2004
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1:46 pm - bored?
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click on them to play with them and to get a link to make your own.
That's about it. Probably moving in the next month, woohoo. Hope that the house sells soon so I can get all my furniture quickly and also not pay for rent AND mortgage.
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| Wednesday, July 21st, 2004
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11:39 pm - Meme and Goodnight
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Ugh. Gave my notice to the mouse tonight. Right now I can say it's not soon enough, after they worked me 7 hours on top of my 5 hours of summer school teaching. I'm exhausted but too wired to sleep yet since I just got home an hour ago... and sorta depressed.
Ok, stolen from Vaeldriil - Don't nag me for not watching the Godfather movies. I know they're good, but I have seriously no interest in the mob. I also have never seen a James Bond movie all the way through. No nagging again. I can name you all seven dwarves and all of Ariel's sisters though. I have my priorities straight.
So here's the movie meme:
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| Monday, July 12th, 2004
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8:26 pm - Alive and well-ish
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Just a quick note to let y'all know I'm alive and well since I've not been online for a few days. I'm sleepy and don't want to work tomorrow, which also happens to be my birthday. I won't really be online again til Wednesday and that's if I don't work. If I do, it will be Thursday.
Had a great weekend, for those in the know. ;)
Oh hey! Shen, I picked up the cd from the opening act from the Counting Crows concert. It was only $9 so I figured I'd be supportive.
Ok, I'm on my mom's dial up so I should skidaddle. See you all soon.
current mood:  sleepy
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| Friday, July 2nd, 2004
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5:30 pm - Grr
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It's been a crazy week. Disney Store's sale is hopefully wrapping up, I can't stand it anymore! Person standing by a sign saying "50 percent off" picks up shirt. "Is this 50 percent off?" "Is that what the sign says?" "Yes." "Then it's 50 percent off." (well, that's what I want to say. Instead I say "it sure is!" Then they go to the sign that says "price as marked." "How much is it?" "What does it say?" "1.99" "So it's 1.99, right?" But no. I say, "That's 1.99. Just follow the signs!" Smile til my face hurts...
Then there's the people who bitch at us for not having boxes for their 30 items that are $1.99. Sorry. Deal. We don't sell them. They are free. They run out. Bitch at someone who makes you buy a box for $2.
Counting Crows was very good. Adam Duritz is just too funny. Seeing Shen was great too!
Ok. Quiz: I protest these results. I so could kick a care bear's ass!
You're My Little Pony!! Sweet and innocent and
happy, you make people want to spew burrito
chunks. Even a Care Bear could kick your ass.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
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| Monday, June 28th, 2004
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10:14 pm - Counting Crows!
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Going to see the Counting Crows on Thursday. Sister is paying for my ticket as birthday present. Yay! Thanks Shen for letting me know :D
This makes me happy! They are my favorite band that is still together and whose current music I like (I'll always love my Depeche Mode and Cure, but old school stuff).
of course we have cheapie seats but that's ok. That way I won't embarrass myself gazing at Adam's eyes (yes, I think he's perty in a weird way) whlie laughing at his hair cut. Actually, those dreads are detachable, I've heard. Detachable dreadlocks... when you want to look like you could care less, but don't have the energy to grow them yourself.
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| Saturday, June 26th, 2004
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10:11 pm - Mind Profile
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Laurie, you show a slight right-hemisphere dominance with a moderate preference for auditory processing, an unusual and somewhat paradoxical combination of characteristics.
You are drawn to a random and sometimes nonchalant synthesis of material. You learn as it seems important to a specific situation, and might even develop a resentment of others who attempt to direct your learning down a specific channel.
Your right-hemispheric dominance provides a structure that is only loosely organized and one which processes entire swatches of reality, overlooking details. You are emotional in your reactions and perceptual more than logical in your approach, although you can impose structure and a language base when necessary.
Your auditory preference, on the other hand, implies that you process information sequentially and unidimensionally. This combination of right-brain and auditory modes creates conflict, as you want to process data more rapidly than your natural processes allow.
Your tendency to be creative and free-flowing is accompanied by sufficient ability to organize and be logical, allowing you a reasonable degree of success in a number of different endeavors. You take in information methodically and systematically which can then be synthesized rapidly. In this manner, you manage to function consistently well, although certainly less efficiently than you desire.
You prefer the abstract and are a theoretician at heart while retaining the ability to be practical. You find the symbolism in a great deal of what you encounter and are something of a "mystic."
With regards to your lifestyle, you have the mentality which would be good as a philosopher, writer, journalist, or instructor, or possibly as a systems designer or social worker. Perhaps most important is your ability to "listen to your inner voice" as a mode of skipping over unnecessary steps to achieve your goals.
---- hmm - journalist, writer, instructor - done that, done that, done that.
http://www.mindmedia.com/brainworks/profiler
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| Thursday, June 24th, 2004
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7:33 pm - 5 words or less
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This is kinda tricky, actually:
| IN FIVE WORDS or LESS... | </td>| tell me how you want to be remembered:: | Kind, talented, thoughtful, intelligent, generous | | what are 5 words that you LIKE the sound of:: | onomatopoeia, penumbra, superfluous, luminous, whisper | | describe your family:: | funny, sensitive, close, big, supportive | | define TRUE-HONEST-TO-GOODNESS-PURE love:: | supportive, autonomous, passionate, playful, growing | | describe where you want to be in 10 years:: | teaching, married, children, published, stable | | define the meaning of life:: | learning, loving, growing, understanding, improving | | tell me where you like to shop for clothes and why:: | old navy: fun, inexpensive, casual | | tell me what your typical day is like:: | work, play, sleep... repeat! | | tell me what your DREAM day is like:: | doing whatever I want whenever! | | what is an IDEAL date night like:: | great makeout session, great conversation | | what have you learned about life so far:: | learn from my mistakes. | | describe the HARDEST lesson in life:: | learning to let go | | 5 things that make you SMILE:: | smiles, babies, puppies, hugs, friends | | 5 things that make you feel like crying:: | prejudice, hatred, apathy, being used. |
*FIVE or LESS* brought to you by BZOINK!
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| Thursday, June 17th, 2004
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11:30 am - Gains, Losses and some bitterness combined ;)
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Taken from Jastima-sis.... I really liked this way of looking at relationships. I like that gain is involved. I need to think about that. So here we go. Just the major ones. From early to later.
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| Monday, June 14th, 2004
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6:53 pm - meme and quiz
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| How to make a mckatelee |
Ingredients:
3 parts intelligence
1 part silliness
1 part ego |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy! |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.comand, a weird meme: 1). Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...). If your name contains numbers, you'll need to convert them to letters first before you can convert to numbers. 2). Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number. 3). Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together. 4). Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts. 5). Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post. 6). Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page. http://www.homeralaskacabins.com/graphics/bed_sml2.jpg
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