On Facebook, I found out today that I had accumulated a lot of new "Pieces of Flair". The application works like so: there is a large database of pre-made or user-created "buttons". The buttons are usually jokes or funny pictures. The kind of thing one would wear on their shirt if they wanted a good laugh. There are probably millions of them already, so there's a button for any sense of humor (even a few with nudity, I bet).

D:

Anyway

You can look through the buttons, add them to your profile, and send them to friends with the application. Or, you can just be lazy like me and let your friends send you good ones.

The unique thing about this particular application, that sets it apart from its competitors (like Bumper Sicker) is that it displays a virtual cork board on your profile, and you can arrange as many or little of your buttons on it, in any pattern you want. Most people just let them gather haphazardly, but I like to have order. I try to factor them and put them in rows and columns. Because I'm a freak like that.

Today I counted my total (after dropping the ones that were unappealing) to be 44. So I rearranged everything, and put them in 4 columns of 11, as evenly spaced as possible. I had to stagger the columns to maximize exposure of each button. It was hard. And time consuming.

I go eat.

Ian sends me another one. Number 45. 9 rows of 5. I refuse! I'll not rearrange them until I get to 50, so that I can have 10 by 5, and just be done with. OR, arrange them like that right now, with blank spaces for the future-comers. But that's so tacky. Hmm.

It doesn't matter, because nobody ever sees them anyway. Unless they go OUT OF THEIR WAY (Facebook has become tedious) to look at the buttons. Then they might appreciate my time and effort. My REPEATED time and effort.

On top of all that, my spoonful of peanut butter (Yes, I still do that.) tastes weird. Parts of it are bitter. I wonder if it has anything to do with what the spoon was used for last.

Eating cheesy noodles, mind you.

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is now officially part of my vocabulary. Yus!

Ryan, John, and I are just full of tasteless jokes. Jokes including dead babies, Mr T., Helen Keller, Jews, (we have nothing against them, in all seriousness,) Jesus, (we know he doesn't mind,) Ginger alerts, orphans...the list goes on.

"Come on, guys. Don't hate on the Jews. God was a Jew at one point.

...and then they killed him-

BUT STILL."

There's just a certain dark satisfaction in that kind of joke.

Today we said John's bag of candy (Shocktarts and co.) was Jesus candy. When I grabbed the bag, John squeezed it and it popped.

"You popped Jesus!"

We would ask if we could partake and eat Jesus, which seemed like a funny idea, especially after, "This is my body, which I break for you."

At this point we were hysterical.

Don't ask why I'm talking about this.

There are a few parts of conversations with Katie that I always want to save and share, but I'm too lazy and I don't remember anyway. Which is probably a relief to her.

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Romanticocabrita: Finally.
wiseguysupreme4: Finally?
Romanticocabrita: I have someone I can invite over for breakfast without them heading for my cereal collection.
wiseguysupreme4: :D
Romanticocabrita: (My eggs are better than my pancakes, though.
wiseguysupreme4: HAHAHAHA
wiseguysupreme4: OK.
Romanticocabrita: o.o
Romanticocabrita: What?
wiseguysupreme4: Your eggs...and your pancakes.
wiseguysupreme4: ...heheh.
Romanticocabrita: ...What?
wiseguysupreme4: Seriously?
wiseguysupreme4: You don't get that?
Romanticocabrita: ...
Romanticocabrita: -blll...ink.-
Romanticocabrita: Is it...dirty?
wiseguysupreme4: ...well, it was.
Romanticocabrita: -stares- I've stopped noticing those things as much.
Romanticocabrita: Majorly.
wiseguysupreme4: No kidding.

Aww. I go for a second opinion:

wiseguysupreme4: Hey, you.
Kookykido: Hi thar.
wiseguysupreme4: Can you test something for me?
Kookykido: Sure?
Kookykido: Like...
wiseguysupreme4: "Romanticocabrita: I have someone I can invite over for breakfast without them heading for my cereal collection.
wiseguysupreme4: :D
Romanticocabrita: (My eggs are better than my pancakes, though."
wiseguysupreme4: Reaction?
Kookykido: Huh?
Kookykido: My reaction/
Kookykido: ?*
wiseguysupreme4: Yes.
Kookykido: ...confusion.
Kookykido: Her eggs are better than her pancakes...
Kookykido: Yum.
Kookykido: I just had eggs and Swedish pancakes.
Kookykido: So now I'm hungry again.
Kookykido: I wonder what kind of delicious cereals she has in her kitchen.
Kookykido: But, confusion, for the most part.

Maybe it's just me. -sigh-

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Yeah, it's just me. Gah.

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Either it was stolen, or I'm a complete idiot.

Actually, it might have been both.

We were at a swim meet (home pool) and now I don't even know where it is. I usually put things in my bag by instinct, but...man, it's just completely gone. Urg.

SO FRUSTRATING

EDIT: Wow, I was so fried that I forgot to say it was my Zune that was taken. Stolen. Lost. Whatever.

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Lyrics to Lateralus, by Tool. The song is in my playlist to the left, and is currently working right now, if you're interested in reading and listening. (it's approx 9 minutes long) It's in the part that's alphabetized, so look for it in the Ls. :D

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to
suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will
bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.

Keeps me up at night, man.

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