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So I haven't posted in...forever! Classes started, I'm still working and research starts next week so I'll basically be running around like an idiot until December. Somewhere in that whole mess I need to apply for grad school which, I fear, will ultimately be the beginning of my demise...I'm talking complete, unequivocal mental breakdown which will spiral into a lifetime of drooling and mood stabilizers.

I have a hamster (and apparently I don't believe in transitions...) He is just plain awesome. His name is Fancy-Pants and he's 5 ounces of rodent fury. He'd just as soon kill you as look at you. I believe he was a fashion designer over in Europe before Naomi Cambell threw a stiletto at him injuring both his right fibula and his pride. He left the fashion world to take residence in the corner of my bedroom where he enjoys running on his wheel and tasty papaya treats.

Non-transition #2. Ok, so this has been bugging me for whatever reason. Why the hell does the human race fuck anything that walks? It's like everyone's main goal is to find someone to mash genitals with, if only for the evening. I just don't get it...I mean, if someone is a complete dog or brain-dead it doesn't matter how much I want some...it's just not going to happen. But I seem to be the exception, not the rule! Why!?!?!?! Get a dildo, get a pocket-pussy, get yourself off then get off the goddamn couch and find someone you're compatible with that challenges you, has a sense of humor, likes the same shit you do then screw till your naughty-bits fall off. Ok, I'm done with my random rant.

PS - the above tirade was not intended for, nor in reaction to any person in particular. It was actually spurred by listening to talk radio this morning on my way into work. I don't think celebrity gossip should hit me this hard, but what can I say, I'm a loon.