So my father is really taken with the idea of Personal Safety.  Nice man, great dad, but super paranoid.  For reals, guys.  He gave me a self-protection/emergency manual called "Tough Target" for my sixteenth birthday.  And my house is practically Fort Knox.  Alarm systems, motion detectors, double locks, dead bolts, door-chains, rabid guard-bunnies, trolls - our house has got it all.  He's also got this horrible habit of sending me those forwarded "THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU" emails about safety and rape and people hiding in back seats of cars.  They terrify me. 

"It's all about being a tough target.  The good guys don't win them all, but
there's no need not to go down swinging....."xoxoxoDad
( The rest of the email... )

Another playlist! This time the theme is something along the lines of feeling trapped and escaping/running away (using a person, car, drugs, etc.).  Hopefully this one will work out better than the last - stupid iTunes.

( Details, details, details )

So I've become a compulsive playlist-maker. I know, I know, I'm so late on the bandwagon! As a matter of fact, the wagon is gone. It's just me and a push cart. Following the fading tread marks, yelling at everyone to just slow down already, I've almost caught up! Anywhoodle, here's a playlist of songs-about-love-that-aren't-necessarily-happy. A haphazard collection of guilty pleasures, personal treasures, mementos, etc. The order is kind of wonky, but it goes something like sad, super sad, angsty, a little longing, some emo, and then a little kiss-my-ass, I hate you (but still love you, but hate you, etc.). Hope you like it! Comment if you take, I guess. But don't feel obligated or anything. Because lurking is an art, really.

( Song list hidden here. )

So for those people *cough cough* who have been out of the country and somehow tethered to horrible internet-eating computers, I would like to introduce (bum bombom) The Puppy Cam. It makes me happy. It's almost like a little shot of happy and rainbows and perhpas some xanax but displayed on the internet on a live feed!! The cuddling! The little fuzzy bellies! I love it. You should love it to. And I'm embedding it. Because everyone deserves a little xanax, right?


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However, I'm going to try my best.

So, I was visiting my good friend ivesia19 a couple of weeks ago, and we came across this file on my computer entitled "Badass Week."  Being the inquisitive girl she is, my good friend asked, "What the hell is that?"  

Ashamedly, I opened the file and started to tell the tale of my freshman year at a super-conservative/preppy/repressed/etc. college (which she knows about since we lived next door to each other).  I would often sink into fits of crankiness to due to heavy workload and a general intolerance of my tastes in music, clothing, and lifestyle.  This prompted another of my friends and I to declare periodic "Badass Week"s in which we did and wore whatever the hell we wanted and adopted a demeanor that discouraged any criticism (or personal interactions, really).  The inspiration for most of this behavior sprung from frequent viewings of the movie Fight Club and the reading and re-reading of copious amounts of Chuck Palahniuk books.

Meanwhile, in Alabama, my older sister was going through similar situations at an even more conservative university.  I explained the ritual of Badass Week, but she didn't seem to get it.  My verbal skills sadly lacking, I set about creating a handbook of sorts, filled with rules, picture examples, and various behavioral explanations.  

Thus, this manifesto document was born.

So here we are. ivesia19  told me I absolutely must share these revelations with the world, threatening me with complete and utter annihilation if I refused.

( And without further ado... )

( Macon, MS )




( A Musical Adventure of Some Kind )








( Anywhere Else, Actually )




The End