Sunday morning

Scene: Dan's room. Occupants: Me, Adam, Dan, Lucy. Conversation turns to inflatable sex dolls.

Dan: Well, they do have those Ultra Real dolls, but they cost about six thousand dollars...
Me: Aren't those called "people"?
Dan: *stops dead, falls over laughing, Lucy joins in*

Unintentionally amusing people at random highly amuses me. Especially with a group of people to whom nothing is ever really shocking. I do so love my friends.

Oh dear gods, people, LIGHTEN UP!

Not even gonna say anything... sometimes a discussion really can get out of hand and people take things way out of context. Fucking hell. Now I'm just irritated. All I have to say is I agree with HLM (moronqueen) and her defense and I feel bad for all the people who think that a digitally altered photo like THIS should be cause for a sociopolitical rant about something that doesn't even have to do with the picture... I mean, how do we *know* the kitten was aiming at a friggin' high school? *smacks head against keyboard*
http://www.livejournal.com/community/kittypix/2288880.html?view=18323696#t18323696
And the responses, which are amusing enough to make me smile:
http://www.deadjournal.com/users/moronqueen/319459.html

Oh, yeah--I'm home today due to exhaustion and a massive sinus headache. Boss understands that all too well, poor guy.

Homophobic necrophobic PETA members, beware!

Wow...live male mallards raping dead male mallards. I never knew this. Did anyone else know this?
http://www.nmr.nl/deins815.htm

Introspection underneath

You know how all women (yes, all) gaze at magazine models and wish? I do that with the writers. I've been doing that with other livejournals lately. So much poetry born from pain and joy and sometimes I have to wonder if I really am as good a word-witch as I believe. I feel like I am losing as many things as I am gaining and I don't know how to put it into words that will matter.
People both underestimate me and overestimate me. I am stronger than I think. There is always pain in the joys of life and love, and there is more joy than pain, always. There will always be something to hold onto in the middle of a personal storm. In the end, no one turns their back on you the way you may think.
It's a funny place, the world. Words are funny things. You can say something and a hundred people will all interpret the meaning in a thousand different ways. You can tell the truth and it can be seen as a lie. You can tell a lie and it can be seen as a beautiful truth. You can stare at all the pretty people and never think you could be like them but you are, you really are. You can think the scale numbers climb and the fat-flab grows but it's perception that pulls you into hell. People perceive the world as a subject of egocentrism.
I am not speaking to anyone in particular--but I do know that everyone has these things to say, so it's okay if people I know read it and think it's about them. Sometimes I use second-person in place of first-person.
I feel disjointed. Should I care about things I can't help or change? When does the anxiety end and the peace begin? I will walk my own road, as I have always done, and there will be loved ones along the way, but we all must walk our own paths and be glad when the paths cross. I want to be loved and get married and have a good life. Is that so hard to ask for or grant?
I wish the world could be more tolerable. I wish people didn't see a funny picture and spew sociopolitical crap that drags on and becomes pointless and forgets what the picture is about. I wish people didn't assume what doesn't exist. I wish women knew they were beautiful and men knew they were sex gods.
It's very hard to make wishes come true, isn't it?