Besides neglecting my livejournal, which is why I signed up with Plinky...

I'm pretty good at giving advice most of the time, since I'm blunt. Friends don't come to me for advice so much as they come to me for a verbal kick in the balls.

(Confused? Go here. Don't worry, I won't spam you guys.)

Today is 011010.

You can thank DayQuil for helping me realize that.

http://fuckyouheatherface.tumblr.com/post/324764470/so-far-no-change-except-a-zesty-aftertaste

Theraflu review.

Remember when I bitched about driving myself nuts while trying to copy another person's Tumblr layout? I found out they're extremely popular, so I totally would've gotten shit for it. So I just sifted through the premade layouts and found one I liked, and fiddled with it to make it my own. I'm not done yet, but for the most part I am, so if you want to add me... http://fuckyouheatherface.tumblr.com

I'm listening to someone's playlist in last.fm and it has some awesome fuckin' music, and some not-so-awesome stuff that's still pretty good.

It's past 12:30 and the most productive thing I've done today was not fall back asleep for three hours when I woke up at 10:30. I'm not even dressed yet, I'm sitting here in my Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer pajamas trying to convince myself to go put a damn bra on.

Okay I got sidetracked and had to pee, so I'm finally dressed.

I guess another productive thing I've done was threaten the life of Erika Moen on Twitter, she's the artist of one of my favorite webcomics and she fucking ended it today. It wasn't even that long ago that I discovered it. I just bought a sculpture from her, so I feel I'm allowed to threaten her life, I've given her money. :P She's planning on more projects, I can only hope she'll do another funny comic. I understand "diary" comics have to end eventually because there's only so much a person's willing to share online, but uggghh.

I have a growing list of creative shit to do and I'm just sitting here being a lump. SIGH. At this point, lunch sounds amazing. It's now after 1pm and I've had a soda and a slice of sourdough-rye bread. Hmm.

I've spent like three days trying to fiddle with the coding so I could post the widget here, since lj doesn't allow iFrames, but I can't get it to work. So instead of being fancy with it, you're just going to have to click a link. Go here to ask me anonymous questions: http://www.formspring.me/heatherface

Forgot to blog about last night. I watched IT with my parents, and kept having to explain stuff to them. Mom was knitting so she just kept missing little plot points, but dad joined us halfway through.

Dad: "So what's with the clown?"
Me: "It's a physical manifestation of their fear."
Dad: "What?"
Me: "*sigh* Clowns are creepy as shit."
Dad: "Ah."

I bought the book and tried reading it, but couldn't get into it and it starts off with a gay guy literally getting beaten to death so I can't even read past that. Stephen King is seriously fucked up, and a horrible author, but his books make great movies. The only exception I've found is The Shining, the book is actually quite amazing!

The timeline of Heatherface.


( Me over the years. )

Go here to listen to the FULL VERSION of Davis's single Super Sonic! http://www.jango.com/music/Davis+Fontanes

http://www.tinyghosts.com/archive/tinyghosts216.jpg

I really really like the latest update at Tiny Ghosts. Thank you, ted_the_robot.

Happy Halloween!

I'm carving a pumpkin! Mom said I look like a young gothic Bubby in this apron. It's taking me fucking forever to carve this stupid thing because I just HAD to get all artsy and try something I've never done before.

We went to a pumpkin patch today! :D

If you don't follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you missed this entire ordeal.

On Saturday at about 7pm, my dog suddenly because extremely lethargic and was obviously in pain. Throughout the night, he was drooling, breathing with difficulty, and kept repositioning himself out of discomfort. First thing Sunday morning, mom and I took him to the vet.





They did x-rays and told us "See this shape here? That's not supposed to be there." They were able to push it into his stomach and then surgically remove it, and it's a miracle he didn't choke on it.



The photos are a little gross and I apologize for that, but it's just a cooked bone, there's no blood or anything disturbing.

( This is what they pulled out of him. )

Looks like a chicken bone, but it seems rather big to be from a chicken. It's about 1x1.5" and definitely not a steak bone like we originally thought.



We're hoping he'll get to come home tomorrow afternoon. Besides, they charge $500 per extra 24 hours an animal has to stay there. I don't know what the total ended up being, but it's around a few thousand dollars and it'd be nice to have Tator home instead of stuck at the vet for another day.

I just had a really weird fuckin' conversation. First of all, if you haven't seen my latest video, watch it so the conversation makes sense. I deleted about half of the conversation so it wouldn't be so long, it's still a little long though.



( Don't IM me with stupid shit and then be surprised when I call you dumb. )

I worry about the glass and the fact that I just fucking broke a mirror.

Are there seriously people who are so stupid they'd actually walk under a ladder instead of around it where there's more room?

Fuck cats, I'm allergic to them.

YO MAMA.



btw I don't get why Writer's Block always has multiple tags, like I'll ever tag something else with "jinx."