I'm going to stop blogging for a while. My life bores me right now, so I know it's boring you all, especially since my only hits come from relatives now. I quit posting interesting things months ago, if I ever did.
I'm not going to just shut it down. I want the account because it proves somewhat useful for commenting on H.n.B's blog.
Maybe I'll revamp it and come back later when I have the time to keep it up nicely.
This week has been by far much better emotionally. Monday was crappy, but not as crappy as the past two weeks, so I'm recovering nicely. After all, it was only four months. I'm now realizing somethings that are helping.
Besdies my new shoes (!) there are a few things I'm excited about:
I find it odd that my shoe size keeps shrinking. There's no avoiding the fact that I've reintroduced morning coffee into my day and an effect of that is I'm not really (read: NOT) eating breakfast...or lunch...or dinner, and I don't think it has to do with that...maybe. Typically, you lose the weight first in your feet. Anyway, I saw some cute shoes in an ad for Payless, so I went. They have cute and cheap shoes and for service, that's what I'm going to need, especially since I'm going to be PIONEERING!!!!! I couldn't decide between two pairs and they were different enough to get both of them, so these are the shoes I purchased:
One blog for this month. Impressive. I've been swamped with school. I'm trying to finish in a timely fashion. There are a million and one things I'd like to blog about, but I'll make a list and get to them next month, which I can promise now that I've unloaded a person from my daily itinerary. In chronological order:
Peanut attack was awful. I've gone 23 days accident free now and after that Sunday at the new Chinese restaurant where I was yelled at by my father for not specifying that there should be no peanuts on my plate, even though I ordered something without peanuts, I've had an acute sense of asking about peanuts and peanut oil everywhere I go. The baptism was wonderful, as well as the dinner on Sunday for her. I'm skipping the graduation party. Though fun, I have a feeling that it aided the disaster the Monday after (point 5 on the list). Eas came out. I spent $60. It still wasn't enough to satisfy me. It's rare that I look for fleeting happiness in such empty things, but buying stuff always makes me feel better, especially when I get to swipe that pretty piece of plastic with my name on it. It did feel good buying those shoes, which I am in love with. Oh! And I found the same pair of pants that I had 5 years ago, wore out, and turned into cut-offs for $10! I was so happy at that moment. I bought a shrug marked down to $10 from $98. That's always gratifying when you buy something so drastically marked down. Sunday of last, I left for my Oliveparents and then the next day, we left for Kentucky. (Ask Poly to fill you in on the details of that morning and my frantic panic about going to Fry's, which I am now in love with.) Kentucky was beautiful and they grow a lot of corn. Jules had to go for business. She was doing a title search for some property with oil wells on it that were leaking into the water, since they were out of use. I was able to spend a whole day helping her and decided that I'd like to go to school to be a paralegal and work for a real estate company, so that I could deal with the deeds and mortgages and wills and stuff like we did for that property. I enjoyed all the research and following the trails to make a puzzle. Jules and I took turns taking pictures. Neither of us are HnB, but I think we got some good shots. The downtown of Owensboro, KY (the third largest city in KY) is quaint and going through a revival. Neat town. One night we drove to Evansville, IN and saw the college that would send me mail daily my sophomore year. THAT'S a town I'd love to go back to. I'm going back to KY anyway because I made a friend in the congregation up there. She's in pioneer school as I type. We stopped and ate at a restaurant recommended by some friends of mine in Nashville that regretted they could not meet me for dinner, but said I must come back and visit. Jules bought lots of beer and we had to leave through the brewery. The car thus smelled like beer all the way home. My zen died near Dalton. It was a sad moment when we had to turn to Atlanta radio stations. I hung around till Sunday evening to be able to go to the Tavern. Had a roaring good time. From there, my Lost Aunt took me home after we picked up the kids from her X. I've never seen those kids so surprised, or so happy to see me. When her 5 year old daughter ran up to me and hugged me, it was the happiest I'd been in two weeks. There's nothing like a hug from a 5 year old to cure all. Now, I'm home and dreading tomorrow. A group of people concerned about me told me that it would be best if I came home and faced him. I know I like to run from problems and I have issues with denial. I told myself that I wasn't going to let him impair my life, so I have turned in my application to regular pioneer (which means 70 hours a month minimum with his mom). I'd really like to spend my first year pioneering out here, but if it gets to be too much, I may spend a few months out of the 12 pioneering in a congregation in Atlanta some where. I have a lot of feelings about what happened and I'm still confused about what I'm supposed to do because I don't know what I want... at all. For about 10 years, my life plan was be single, support myself, live in Atlanta, travel, pioneer. That was it. Sure I wasn't really happy with it, but that's what I'd decided. My worry was my allergies. No one would love me enough to give them up. It's a cramp in my lifestyle, but I've lived with it all my life and have no choice. Any guys that might be interested in me would have a choice. I never dreamed how happy I'd be with a guy. Never dreamed.
I really have nothing to say. I'm half way not alive right now, to put it in dramatic terms. I fell Monday. Shopping is quite my enemy right now for more reasons than I can't find the stinking shoe I want to buy. Rain+flip-flips+me do not equal a good combination. Fell flat on concrete at Lenox Square. So yeah... I'm in some more pain right now.
There's quite a bit of stress in my life for me to have so few responsibilities at this time. It'll ease off in July. School is just in my face right now. Plus, my proctor at the Oconee Libarary has an exam that I NEED to take and she can't protor it until mid to late August. Bite me. She asked if I could wait to take the test until then. Woman, if I had the test sent to you now, I think I'd like to take it now. She just doesn't want to have that many responsibilites because it's obvious when you look at her that she's lazy. I don't know how many times she calls in sick a week. She could read to the little kids and just pass by my cell everyonce in a while. I think you know me well enough to know I haven't cheated on the last four exams. So, I'm taking it at Bogart. The libarian there sounds MUCH nicer and far more helpful too. From now on, I'm taking my exams there.
Mehsha is getting baptized on July 7, 2007 (07/07/07), so all that read are cordially invited to come see her dedicate her life to Jehovah at the Gwinnett Civic Center. I'm very excited for her. Not sure how we're doing the dinner yet. Since everyone is everywhere, we may wait to have it in July.
I did get "Icky Thump!" Right now, I'm developing a full opinion on the album so that I can write up a full review. It's fast becoming my favorite Stripes album. Funny story- well, funny to me. When I was with the Clasky family at the hospital last week when Andy was having his surgery, I had carried my things to do in my White Stripes bag that I bought at Music Mitown (lest we forget). I sat down and the woman across from me says to the two women with her, "Look she likes the White Stripes too." I look up as I was scrolling down my ADP songs on my fauxPod and proudly say, "Yes. I've been a fan since 'White Blood Cells.' " (I don't know why I say that. Probably because I feel I have something to prove, especially to these middle-aged women who don't give a flip and are just waiting for their relative to get out of surgery. Hello, you aren't in Wuxtry's! It did impress WestPalm Kimmi and Feather that I bought my first Stripes album when I was entering the seventh grade though.) ANY-way... so I strike up a conversation and Deborah has no clue what I'm taking about but the other woman, Doorbell Woman, begins an extensive conversation on how she agreed to buy her 15-year-old son "Get Behind Me Satan" because she liked the "Ringin' my doorbell" song. (The only Stripes song acceptable for field service.) She continues to do her best to quote the lyrics, though being middle-aged, you can see she'd either listened to it once or is going through meonpause and having memory problems. She then asked if that was their only album. Pssh! Fifth, and their sixth was on store shelves as we were speaking and I couldn't get away because I was nervous about some cist on my boyfriend's hand. I proceed to explain the other albums that her son needs to get in order to really know Meg and Jack. She mentions something about how it's cute that a brother and sister can work together. Oh boy, now you've got me deep in conversation about something that you probably didn't really want to hear. So I explain how they were married until "Elephant" and then masquraded as a brother and sister and if you got into the band after their fourth album, you would never know because they look so much alike. I gave details on their birth names and how their is actually a certificate for their marriage from 1996 and that the divorce was some what public, etc. She then decided she'd get in touch with her son and tell him to look up the new album and that as soon as she left the hospital, they would go get the album. I then plugged myself up to my Zen and Doorbell Woman and Deborah proceeded to have a conversation about how long it takes at a hospital.
A victory for Jack and Meg.
I was conversing with a friend of mine in Tennessee, Smithville to be exact, who is also a fan and has been since "Elephant." Eh, let's give him a nickname. None of you know him, so I'm on my own here. Camper Chris. (inside joke w/ me and his sister.) He borrowed a copy from a friend of his in the congregation. We began discussing how I burned Jammie's a copy and his fiancee and I have been on a crusade because she is very much a fan as well. He gave "Icky Thump" a 4 out of 5. Jamie said it's such a better album than "Get Behind Me Satan." Really, it is. Camper Chris said that the friend that he borrowed his copy from was very unwilling to part with it, but it was the first album that Jack and Meg released that this guy liked. He really loved it infact.
Another victory for Jack and Meg.
Here's two updated pictures of the cutie taken this morning by Mr. Thompson:
So it's a little less than a week until the White Stripes new release "Icky Thump." I'm still throughly excited and trying to scrape some pennies together. Not sure how I'm going to obtain this album, since at 10 AM I will most likely be at Athens Regional with the Clasky parents and Andy. (He's going in for minor surgery and asked me to come with them.) At some point during the morning, I will probably have to sneak down to Wuxtry's and get myself a much needed copy of what I've been waiting months for. A few days ago though, I recieved my daily White Stripes update by way of their newsletter than I signed up for (they're playing a special show in west Hollywood if anyone wants to fly out there with me and still have the chance of not getting a ticket cuz there's only about 100 for this show), and they've made 3,333 limited edition USB Flash drives of both Jack and Meg. Check 'em out: http://whitestripes.kungfunation.com/. I just thought that was the most off the wall but intresting way to release an album. Very much Jack and Meg's style. The whole album is on there in Apple Lossless format, but the drives work with PCUs and Macs. If someone wants to be LOVED FOREVER they can be awesome and spend $100 on me and get the set. Nah, just kidding, but they would be totally awesome to have and if I had the money to be a die hard collector of White Stripes merch, believe me, I would've already had these preordered.
Well, Dacey will not be coming home with us the second week of July anymore, but rather a just as cute liver colored and ticked German Shorthair Pointer will be coming home with us. Mr. Thompson said he can already tell that Dacey (aka- Recoil), will be far more of a hunter and less of a family dog. He also said that it might cause some problems with Skeeter. So on this website http://www.vcgsp.com/, we will now be getting the one under the name of Quest, but we're naming her Massie. Mr. Thompson said that by nature the liver colored ones are far more relaxed and more family dogs than strictly hunters and that Massie will continue to let Skeeter rule the roost, so to speak. Personally, I kinda favored the liver colored ones. Everytime I picked one up, they would just snuggle down into my arms and coo. There are also plenty of new photos up of the puppies at Mr. Thompson's website. Mrs. Thompson is very excited that we're taking Massie home because then she'll get to see her since Mr. Thompson is going to help us train the dog.
After much deliberation and a visitation yesterday to Mr. Thompson's house, we're getting another dog! Go to this website here: http://www.vcgsp.com/ to see pictures of the puppy that will come home to our house in four weeks. If you click on the tab for "puppies and photos" and click on page 3 of photos, our puppy's name is currently Recoil. Right now, all four of us agree on the name Dacey, which is Scottish and means "from the South." These dogs are German Short Haired Pointers. This will be dad's retirement project. Dacey is going to hunt with dad, but still be a family pet. She's going to be a lot of work (more than Skeeter), but a lot of fun at the same time.
So I'm brewing my afternoon pot 'o coffee, strictly for my survival, and I started thinking (and that's where it all went wrong): "Ecky Thump! Why are the 'coffee' colors for walls more creamy and tan than brown and dark black? Coffee fresh brewed isn't blonde. You have to make it that way. How many people drink their coffee unadulterated vs. adulderated?" So yeah, those were my thoughts of about 30 minutes ago.
Plus, I was thinking that this Sumatra sure does smell like cat whiz before you brew it. It's SO good though! (Don't worry Jules, it was half off...)
Yes, I should be working but this is seriously the first time I've been in the office and acutally been able to stay in here for a little while without suffocating. The upstairs AC went on the fritz Friday I believe, and the guy fit us in today. It's absolutely freezing up here. Now 70 degrees isn't "freezing," but when I had gotten used to dealing with the upstairs being 87 degrees, I had to switch to pants and a sweatshirt until I get used to it again. Of course, the downstairs hasn't quit the whole time, so at least you could go downstairs to breath and it chilled off nicely Friday and Sunday evenings after the rain, so it wasn't unbearable- at least for me. Dad and I were the only ones that slept upstairs though. (My parents' room is on the first floor. He switched with Mehsha.) So, before I get to work, I'm going to blog about something that I've wanted to blog about for almost a week now.
I believe I was getting my daily dose of CNNHLN Wednesday when they ran this story about an Ohio woman who was upset about what it said on the side of her Starbucks cup. I assume most of you have seen the whole story or heard part of it, but she's a real idiot. To stop drinking Starbucks just because of a silly little quote is stupid. The quote that upset this woman read: Why in moments of crisis do we ask God for
strength and help? As cognitive beings, why would we ask something that may well
be a figment of our imaginations for guidance? Why not search inside ourselves
for the power to overcome? After all, we are strong enough to cause most of the
catastrophes we need to endure.
It's attributed to Bill Schell, a Starbucks customer from London, Ontario. I think almost eveyone that reads this has had a cup of Starbucks coffee with one of these sayings on the side. In fact, P. June actually blogged about one that she got a while ago. This woman is all upset because of the atheistic opinions expressed on the side of the cup. She's quoted as saying: As someone who loves God, I was so offended by that. I
don't think there needs to be religious dialogue on it. I just want coffee.
For pete's sake! If you just want a cup of coffee, buy the beans and brew it at home! And P.S.- woman there are plenty of independent coffee companies that just have plain white cups and their emblem printed on the side of the cup jacket, a la Jittery Joes (but of course, those are just an Athens thing). Just incase you haven't noticed, you're doing exactally what the purpose of those quotes on the side of the cups are supposed to do: spark discussion. It was funny because on CNNHLN they showed a clip of the PR person for Starbucks saying that the cup has done it's job, sparked discussion. Tricia Moriarty, the PR person, said that they are not the opinions of the Starbucks company. Hell-O! How could they be the opinions? They've had so many comments that are on boths sides of the issues (religious, political, etc), that's just whacked to accuse them of supporting this opinion. The Ohio offended woman (Stu Pid-Idiot) said that she wasn't going to buy Starbucks anymore. It won't stop me, and I definitely don't agree with this guy's comments, even though I know I'm paying more for all the fancy stuff written on the side of the cup, but sometimes you just gotta have a cup of Starbucks and nothing seems to compare. Yeah, they're really hurting if they lose $4 a day from one coffee drinker. I think Poly will more than make up for what she's not going to be drinking anymore.
OK, just had to rant and rave for a moment. Been holding that in. Back to work.
http://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=55564
http://www.wlwt.com/family/13274910/detail.html
http://www.daytondailynews.com/r/content/oh/story/news/local/2007/05/06/ddn050607cup.html
As you know, my darling White Stripes have decided to come back together, release an album, and do a little touring. I was seriously considering getting tickets to Bonaroo or a show that they are playing in Birmingham (???), AL, but I'm also seriously broke right now, so not only can I not pay for a ticket, forget about paying for the shots needed to visit each state. Naturally, I was very excited still for the album (see profile picture), and still even more excited to hear the first track "Icky Thump." When I found out, I txtd Feather, who I knew would be just as excited about the news as I was. As suspected, I was right and she also added, "Who comes up with their album names?" Obviously, they do, but still, where did this one come from? I immediately went wiki digging and found this page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecky_thump
There, it explains three different possibilites, the third being the album "Icky Thump." First on the list was:
From there, I followed the "Yorkshire dialect" link where I furthered my investigation and wiki told me: ecky is described as being Lancashire, not Yorkshire, slang equivalents of heck, itself slang for hell, in Partridge's Dictionary of Historical Slang, Penguin 1972, entry for Heck.
Why, thank you wiki. Still though, as many websites as I folloed, I was unable to find out where the "thump" came from, but it still sounds totally cool.
Also listed on the "Ecky Thump" Wiki page is this explaination:
I don't know about anyone else, but that sure sounds "Monty Python"-ish to me, and I will now be looking for this episode. Laughs will ensue.
So this is definitely my new cool phrase that will make me look like a total dork, but I'm still using it.
Also on the player are covers that Damien Rice did. Very cool. Very cool indeed.
Today was confusion day. Even the Cheat has been out of it. Right now, I was supposed to be at my Oliveparents'. Well, plans changed and I'm still at home. Tomorrow, I have to be at my Oliveparents because I have a concert that I'm going to. Not quite sure how I'm getting there. I'm feeling odd about this trip. It's been about two months since I've made a trip to Atlanta. Now, it's not that I'm not looking forward to going. Far from it. I've got an awesome day lined up for tomorrow. A fresh full helping of Tori and the Posse in the morning, a drive to Stone Mountain, and I'll top off the day by blowing out my ear drums by Arcade Fire. What could be more exciting? Then Friday, my craving for Thai rice will be fulfilled! Followed by some shopping (I need new black heels and flats) still with Eas, and ended with some of the best Turkish food ever to grace A'retta. I can't wait. Not sure how I'm getting home after my soiree with my ATL gang, but that doesn't matter to me right now. I just know there's no way that I'm skipping out on any of it. Meeting and grocery shopping Wednesday. Saturday/Thursday, I'll fit in a book study. Meeting Sunday. Home next Monday. I'll be with my Oliveparents'. Thing is, I know I haven't been in a while, but I'm having some mixed feelings about this visit. When I was packing last night, I just wasn't into it, and that's not like me. Part of it is, I don't want to leave Andy, which is pretty stupid because 1.) I'm not breaking up with him, 2.) it's natural to miss him, and 3.)we've been apart for a week before. Something about this trip though seems like I'm betraying him. Lately, it's felt like I am living two lives in two different places. There's the one out here and the one there. Somehow, I have to merge them without feeling...poser? wannabe? fake? High school drama. *sigh* I asked for it.
This story has high popularity rankings right now in the real world, so here's exposing it to the blog world. Last Sunday I went to my lost aunt's house and watched Buffy and Howdy Doody while she and her mom worked in the front yard and her dad, Andy, and Biscuit worked in the backyard putting together a playset for the kids. The orgininal plans has been rescheduled from a previous Sunday, so I was unsure if my invitation still stood since I played a less important role in the outworking of the plans. After the meeting, I found out that i was still invited and I asked mom pronto. She asked if the boys were still going to be there. It was right before that time of the month for me, so my temper was shorter than usual. I said, "I don't know," just as my "whatever" answer. Mom says, "You know they're still going over there. You just lied to me." So I was still granted permission to go, but when I got home, my punishment was issued. My keys were going to be taken away from me for a week. I served my time, since I knew it wasn't for that one time. (I with held information from teh previous month and slid by with a talking to and they were a lot worse than just a dsgruntled whatever answer.) It wasn't too bad, and I think it put a cramp more in mom's life than mine because Mehsha and I did things. Still, I served my time and received my keys today. Jeepie and I went to get the oil changed. Better than nothing. I do love driving.
Friday, I went to go see a movie. I was half watching the previews, but still couldn't help but notice how many sequels and "thirds" are coming out this summer. Some, I can't wait to see. Others, I'll go see for necessity's sake. Then there are the ones and you can't imagine who even thought to resurrect the original concept- much less a third time!
I do want to see:
Not too keen on, but will probably see anyway:
WHY????????????:
Plain ol' sequels:
All I have to say is I'm going to see a lot more than five movies this year.
A week or so ago, I was using the "next blog" option, which I have since quit doing because it's a scary world out there. Anyway, so on this one blog, there was a widget on the sidebar linked to a website called Librarything. It's a website where you can create an online catalog of your books. You can add them by using any feature of the book. After starting out by using titles and authors, I quickly realized how easy it was to use the ISBN, and I found out what the heck that was. For me, it's not such a big deal. I only have 117 books (evidently), but others have well over 10,000. You can add up to 200 books for free, and you can join for your lifetime for $25 or yearly for $10. I just thought it was a neat way to show what I own, my favorite authors, favorite childhood books, etc. There's a tags option too. I just love tags. Plus, it has a "recommends" page, which is always a great way to facilitate growth for a collection. It's too bad they don't have one for music. I'd be all over that, but I have a lot more CDs than I have books. So check out my "new feature" on the sidebar.
I have a feeling Poly is the only one keeping up with my blog anymore. I keep desprately trying to post on H'n'B's, but with my computer being... mentally challenged, there's not much I can do to fix it. It just seems to be awful lonely...
Poly posted a few weeks ago about our crazy Georgia weather. Like my dad always says, if you don't like the weather in Georgia, just wait five mintues.
Last Sunday, we had all that wind. Well, this is what happened in my backyard:
I think I'm begining to have waaay too much fun with the "edit" feature as far as my blog is concerned. It's just too neat to resist for someone like me that always likes to put their own touch on things. Oh and I'm trying to break my current record for number of posts in a month. Current
I just realized that it's Friday the 13th. Oh well.
Maybe this will be the last thing that I share with you all today...maybe. Or I could further abuse the fact that I finally was able to login. Mehsha showed us this site a few days ago. It's www.official-linerider.com. I've only had time to play with it a little bit, but it's defentitely another one of those time wasters but impossible to tear yourself away from sites, a la the jacksonpollock site that Poly had on his "just because" link a few months ago. Just check out this video and then go have some fun yourself:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcu8ZdJ2dQo
I don't know how many of you know that Mehsha had two chicks for two weeks. They lived in her bath tub. Though I was allergic as all get out to them, they were some of the cutest little buggers you've ever seen! And just think, they're going to grow up and be ugly chickens. And yes, we were all well aware of the health hazards and the neighborhood by-laws. It was so fun having the little chirpers around though. It's like when you have a cat and she has a litter of kittens. You just have to do it once. The black one she named after Poly and the grey-ish white one she named after I dunno. Yeah... ask her about that.
It finally let me log in! This old piece of junk. I disabled cookies to get to the log in box and then it's all upset that I disabled the cookies! Make up your mind you old hag of a compy!
To really send shivers up y'all's spines, I'm listening to Hilary Duff's latest album, "Dignity" right now.
So, since I addressed the fact that I am dating Andy now, I can post about this here. The other day, we were chatting about my relationship with someone that lives in Atlanta. We've discussed this before that anything that makes him uncomfortable, he needs to let me know. Once of the first things that we discussed was my desire to move back to Atlanta. Everyone that reads this knows I love the city and even just two or three months ago, I would've given anything to move back. That was a point of discussion because he wants to live out here, or at least have a house here, for the rest of his life. In December, that would've been the biggest issue and I probably wouldn't have dated him because of that. Thing is though, I know I'm not leaving. I'm dedicated to this congregation as much as he is and I was not planning on leaving the congregation for the first three to five years anyway. Andy just wants to live here for the rest of his life, not be tied here, which was a big relief to me. He wants to travel and be a part of the international construction work more than anything else. Georgia is always home. And when my family moved out here, I decided that I could deal with being here because as long as I'm with my family and in Georgia, I'm happy. The congregation did a lot as far as changing my attitude toward moving back. There's no way I could see leaving most of these brothers and sisters. So my roots are tied here now, but there's no denying that I need some of that fast paced city mentality to survive, and that's how my relationship with my friends in Atlanta comes into play here. He realizes that they are my ties to something that I still need a little bit of to function, and he's willing to make concessions to make sure that I'm happy, since that's all he desires. It was great to hear that he doesn't want me to break off any friendships I have because he knows that those are my connections to the city and if he makes me cut all ties, he will have a hard time trying to deal with me and make me happy.
The city will always be in me. Andy called me his "half-n-half" girl today, and I truly believe that's what I've become. I love both the city and my semi-country life out here and I don't know what I'd do without either of them because I think having both in my repertoire of experiences makes me a more well rounded person.
Although my taste in country music has been revived from my first grade year, and this has upset at least two of my readers, I'd like for both of them to know that I haven't forgotten my roots. Jules, yours and Smellie's hard work in pointing me in the right direction musically has not been in vain! I still remember the look on your face when you saw "White Blood Cells" in my music collection and all you could say was, "We raised her right." No I haven't forgotten all the fun I had at Yo La Tengo and how totally awesome alternative rock is. My favorite band is still the White Stripes. (My favorite solo artist is Tori Amos, but that upsets Jules too.) And I was VERY excited to find that my "brother-sister" duo *cough*liars*cough* have not disbanded all efforts to bring me my favorite head-banging music and produce a new album! So on June 19th, I'll be in line at BestBuy (or Wuxtry's) raring and ready to get myself a copy of "Icky Thump," and wear it out completely the first week I have it. Right now, all I can wait for is ADP (you just aren't cool if you don't get the abbreviation), but you better believe me, after that I'll be camping out all over again. Yep, definitely can't wait for this one either. And here's the cover art featuring my two favorite pasty freaks:
Also leave comments on the new layout. I'd love to have y'alls imput on what you might like to see. (The feed from everythingtori.com stays, so don't even mention that.)
