Imagine a crabby Cancer...

You'll be none too surprised to hear that my car is malfunctioning again, or perhaps you read about it in antarcticlust's journal, and you're even less surprised. Either way, it's true. And this time, the repair facility is saying that it's the computer.

And how much does my car's computer cost? Not including labor, (which they assured me would be minimal), the part alone is $831.66.

Ouch.

However, because I am amazing, but more accurately, because I know amazing people and am resourceful, I managed to find a used one in good condition for the much-more-manageable price of $125 dollaroonies.

Whew, I was about to have a funking coniption fit. Is that how you spell that? C O N I P T I O N? Hmmm.. Let's find out, shall we...

con·nip·tion n. A fit of violent emotion, such as anger or panic. Also called conniption fit.

So there you have it, folks, it's c o n n i p t i o n. I stand corrected.

Plus, I've been a complete crab-ass (I would say fucking asshole) for the past two days or so, which means those I've been spending time with, particularly Jacquelyn, have had a hell of a time. When I get like that, I bark away any comfort, then wallow and stew in my anger. Intuitively, I know everything will work out, in a Jedi-like "another solution will present itself" manner, I know everything will be fine, but it's like I have to also do the despondent, everything-sucks-omfg-someone-effing-kill-me routine.

With that, I will take my leave and play some more Civilization while I do more laundry, which is increasingly becoming what I do when I'm home.

P.S. Any other LOST addicts reading this journal who want to banter theories? I'm currently in favor of electro-magnetic hallucinations.

Ah, now this is more like it...

Oh Great Cthulhu!

I have been an extremely industrious devotee this year.

In January, I fed drevius to a Shoggoth (250 points). Last week, I rammed a ship into you (sorry Cthulhu!) (-1000 points). In June, I called down the wrath of Yog-Sothoth upon valkyerie (65 points). In October, I legally changed my name to Randolph Carter (-40 points). When the stars were right, I defiled the grave of that traitor, Lovecraft (90 points). In August, I bombed a cultist gathering (-100 points).

In short, I have been very bad (-735 points) and deserve to have my body used as a host for one of your servitors.

Your humble and obedient servant,
fnord777

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