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There's a generator set up here at the courthouse. We've had to abandon the police station, but not before we looted the gun lockers.

Word is, the survivors at Wal-Mart and Jaqua's have fallen. That we're all that's left, here in town.

How did this happen? One minute, I'm going about my day like normal. The next, I'm fighting my way downtown with my softball bat. Was it some sort of chemical weapon?

Does anyone know what happened?

Is anyone else out there?

Look, I've only got a few minutes to post before I lose power again, so I'll get straight to the point.

The zombies are here.

To anyone(alive) reading this, some tips:

- If you can get out of your hide, stock up on salt. Doesn't matter what kind. Rock salt, table salt, sea salt, kosher salt, whatever. Just get as much as you can.

- Get up high and destroy the stairs behind you. Rope ladders work just as well, and are easier to control.

- Canned food, canned food, canned food. Especially the kind that you don't need to heat.

- For a big bang, get a box of nails, some duct tape, a bottle of bleac

82 degrees at midnight?!

Dear Weather,

Go die.

Insincerely,
Your Bitch

Does anyone still read this thing? 'Cause you shouldn't. Really. I almost never do anything. Boooooooooring.

Cheez-its are yummy. So is cheesecake. However, despite the similarity of their names, they don't go together very well.

Um, I got a new kitty. His name is Stanley Hihat Trinidad Chaucer the First. Mostly he's just called Chaucer, though.

Chaucer is mah baby. We got him when he was just 4 weeks old (They found him in a glass cutting machine, WTFBBQ!) and then my dad went to India for a month, so I was all alone with him.

He's an absolute cutie, black with white socks on all four feet and a cute white tuxedo.

Maybe I'll post pictures.

...So I'm reorganizing my picture files (*cough*pornstash*cough*), thus Achmed is acting like a particularly stubborn mule. I bought him his own set of head phones and a brand new 1.0 GB flash drive and he continues to treat me likes dirt.

This result in an inability to log onto AIM... Or do anything else...

I love my laptop dearly, but I cannot wait to get a new one. One that work like it should, one that doesn't freeze when I have more than one browser or tab open.

ONE THAT SHALL BE CALLED... BILLIAM!

In other news...

...Bugs are yucky.

...Books about Bolos make Rikki cry. In a good way, though.

...CFUD continues to pwn my soul, especially after the New Year's spamming. (1 million! And I helped!)

...Wal-Mart sucks and I'm quitting as soon as I can get a job somewhere else.

...Sleep is good.

...The local bookstores all have very limited selections and therefore suck.

...Josh is awesome.

Welcome to '06! Don't do anything that would get you arrested, you crazy kids!

I love you all!

Hi! I'm back!

Findlay folk, I need your help. I'm planning on leaving Wal-Mart, and want to know what area stores pay better than $6.40 an hour.

Thanks in advance.

Ahem.. Josh is the coolest!

In other news, my ankle hurts. Ow.

Payday tomorrow. Gonna go see Corpse Bride, see if mom will come to Serenity with me afterwards.

...So, F-List...

Watcha think of what happened in London this morning?

Everyone who's already answered this are free to leave the classroom...

*falls over*

Oi.

*waves cheerfully to everyone* Lookit my new layout! Is beeeyoutiful, oui?

Josh, I'm sorry I didn't come to your grad party. My ride didn't come. Can you ever forgive me? I really did want to come! I even shaved my legs!

Um, new stuff, new stuff...

Oo, I saw Revenge of the Sith 3 times and I'm now officially obsessed with Obi-Wan's boots. (And Obi, but the boots take precedence, for they are my Master[s] and I am but their humble padawan. From them, I learn the way of the Kinky Side of the Force... )

I had the house to myself for a whole 5 days while Dad was in Oregon. He found a bookstore called Powell's in Portland. It's four, count 'em, four entire floors of books. I plan on making this place, this magnificent, wonderful wonderland my home someday. My preciousssss...

Tomorrow, I'm going to Mom's for the rest of the month, so I did laundry today, ayup.

And next weekend, I'll be going to a combo wedding/family reunion in Indiana.

Go read iharthdarth.

( Thank you, Rep. Thompson. )

You found the words and phrasing I never could.

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Here's the questions Abbey asked me.

1. If I gave you a wedge of cheese, what would you do with it? Love it and cuddle it and call it Bob! Then I'd eat it.
2. Name a Song. Dude. Um, "Born to be Wild" by Steppenwolf.
3. Use the lyrics to that song to answer: What are you looking for in life? "Lookin' for adventure"
4. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? 42.
5. If my name was Jack and your was Jenny and we both lived in a log cabin near Cleveland with two roosters, what would our door mat say? Rabid chickens, ATTACK!

I gots presents, yay!

*stretches on the couch and snuggles*

Mmmmmm, Stargate. Tastes like fudge. Which is one of the presents I had. (I eated it an' now it's gone) The other is a red Cardinals t-shirt.

My daddy gave them to me when he got back from Illinois. I don't know why he had a Cardinals shirt, tho. They're from Missiouri.

Bugs are icky.

My pillow smells nice.

Also, Bit Torrent is nice. And karoke.

Mmmmmm, pillow scent.

("There can only be one! Eat hot sword! Woo-PAH!")

Plus, eclair is a funny word. Ha ha.

Adults shouldn't say bling. It makes them stupid.

Mmmmmmm, bling eclairs.

This has been your irregularly scheduled Moment O' Madness. Now...

CHEER UP!!!!

So, I've been watchin' Abbey post anon-memes, and thinkin' how much fun they look, if only I could find just the right meme...

So, I go to check my f-list today, and what do I find on one of my fic comms? THE anon-meme to end all anon-memes!

"You know what would be a cool spin on that anon meme? People should confess their dirtiest, most graphic, most wank-worthy fic-porn scenarios...you know, the ones you'd never confess in casual conversation. The one you can't write because it's just too hot to translate to words flawlessly. That's what I'd like to hear."

Mmmmmm, porn.

I do believe I am the only Kavanagh fan in the entire SGA fandom. I am duly horrified.

Also, Dorothy Parker and Nikola Tesla are my two most favorite famous people.

It's dark. I haven't turned any lights on, you'd think nobody was home. I'm used to the dark, turning off that last light before heading up to bed, so used to walking the path that I barely notice.

But this is different. The sun set only an hour ago and I haven't turned on any lights, just sitting in the dark with my computer. I'm generally too sleepy to pay the darkness much attention on my way to bed.

Now, all alone, listening to cars rumble down Main Street, with chilly winds carrying the scent of dirt and life and growth in through open windows, I realize I like this darkness, this sense of alone-but-not-quite-alone.

I really should close the windows.

"It's supposed to rain tonight."

Turn on some lights, maybe.

"It's bad for your eyes, reading in the dark."

I'll wait 'til Dad gets home. Anyway, it'd be a waste of electricity, with just me here.

Besides, I like the dark.