Virany’s Neighborhood

So, here is a little thought experiment for you. Let's say you are sitting up on your couch, lateish at night, vaguely sleepy, with a candle burning in a glass candlestick not far away from you - when said glass candlestick suddenly explodes, sending bits of glass flying everywhere. You jump up from the couch, shriek, but then a moment later you correctly guess what has happened; the candle had burned right down, and had heated up the glass to such an extent that it spontaneously cracked and flew apart. What do you do next?

Apparently, if you are me, the answer is "try to pick up the superheated glass with your bare fingers". Uh huh.

Yeah, I'm smart.

*sucks burned hand*

Spam I received today (at my work email address, even):

I knew it was a trap. My flesh was rotting off and I was upset about what I had become. I got back out, and she looked disappointed.
I then find myself alone in some weird neighborhood.
I thought it was kind of funny that the person behind it was my mom.

... well, thankyou for the lovely mental images there, Spambot. <3 (And yes, I think I would be "upset" too if my flesh were rotting off.)

And furthermore, I henna'ed my hair two nights ago. Now I wish to say that I am really really impressed with the whole henna thing. I did it properly: ordered body-art quality henna off the internet, mixed it up with lemon juice and coffee to darken it a little, left it overnight for the dye to release, slopped it all over my head and left it for four hours. With my head wrapped in clingfilm. hugely sexy, y0. Not to mention the fact that it smells kind of like curried cowpat. And that washing it out is sort of like trying to wash clay out of your hair. But this is not the point. The point is, that once I had finally scraped the last of the godforsaken stuff off my head and washed it and conditioned it, my hair looked really good. Shiny and in nice condition and somehow slightly thicker and heavier, and, moreover, a very nice natural-looking shade of darkish red. Yay!

Except that this morning I entirely forgot, while getting dressed, that my hair is no longer dark brown but is indeed red. And so I put on a brightish deep-pink top.

Seriously, I am not usually one to give a flying fuck about 'bad' colour combinations, or even notice them, but this? This is so bad it is making me feel slightly nauseous. I feel sorry for everyone else in the office. I really must start remembering to actually make a brief trip past a mirror at some point in the mornings before leaving the house...

Ugh. I am eating a cheese sandwich and the cheese tastes like sour milk.

I know cheese IS sour milk, but that doesn't mean it should TASTE like it.

Seriously, this video is amusing the hell out of me. TJ trying to get into Victoria's tank (Victoria is showing absolutely no signs of being frightened of this, or even caring...)

TJ and Victoria (2)

3 comments

If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Submitted by chris.

"May cause drowsiness. If affected do not drive or use machinery. Avoid alcohol."

What's your favorite heartbreak song?
Submitted by esta86.

Been a little neglectful around here, so.

"Broken Heart" by Spiritualized. I do not have an mp3 of it so I can't upload it, I'm afraid, but it's very delicate and slow and beautiful and has sort of simple repetitive lyrics. It's terribly sad and terribly pretty.

Though I have a broken heart
I'm too busy to be heartbroken
There's a lot of things that need to be done
But I have a broken heart.

Though I have a broken dream
I'm too busy to be dreaming of you.
There's a lot of things that I gotta do,
But I have a broken heart.

And I'm crying all the time
I have to keep it covered up with a smile
And I'll keep on moving on for a while
Lord, I have a broken heart.

And I'm wasted all the time
I've got to drink you right off of my mind
I've been told that this will heal given time
But I have a broken heart.

imreallysad.com = wins approximately everything.