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I can't decide if I like this medication or not. I have to focus on every individual thing I do. On the plus side, free naps. This ties directly into the concert last night because I am pretty sure I went through the entire day yesterday with no emotion whatsoever (other than concern because I keep forgetting things) until Richard Cheese informed the girl in the front row that she was a crazy bitch and then dedicated "Crazy Bitch" to her, and I had to laugh. Also, when he told the guy to stop talking because "Me microphone, you no microphone. It's all been worked out ahead of time." He also threw a plastic martini glass into the audience and watched people fight over it. The guy is awesome.

That being said, it was a great concert. I managed to get myself on the stairs so I had an excellent view of the stage over the heads of tall people, and could see everything. Unfortunately, my stupid phone battery crapped out midway through the night so I have no photos to show you. There was about three seconds of juice left and I had to save them in case I needed to call 911 walking home. No, I don't really live in a sketchy neighborhood, but this is Chicago. After dark any place has the potential to be sketchy (Did you just see that? I had to think for almost a full minute before I got the word potential out of my head. This sucks.)

After the show, we all queued up to meet Dick and the band. I was still pissed about my camera phone sucking, so I turned to the girl behind me (she was shiny AND jangly!) and said "Hi, you don't know me. My name's Natalie and I have a huge favor to ask you." She kindly agreed to take a picture of me with Dick and email it to me. Unfortunately, he was just doing autographs then (so the line would move quicker) and said he'd be doing pics after everyone got an autograph. Unfortunately (again) my new friends didn't want to wait. Boo.

When I got up there he signed a card for me and I told him I'd wear his t-shirt to bed, which he said I have to send him pictures of. Then I gave him a hug and he said I was a great hugger, then suggested I should hug the dour-faced bouncer. So I did. The bouncer seemed less than amused.

The moral of the story is that I went to my first Chicago concert by myself, hepped up on prescription goofballs and I did not get stabbed. I'll take that to mean I am made of win.

From brak55. Just because. I'ono.

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You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy mine below, erase my answers putting yours in their place then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration! One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out :)


1. First Name: Natalie

2. Age: 29

3. Location: Chicago, IL

4. Occupation: 1) Certified Veterinary Technician at an all-cat clinic 2) Aspiring hack.

5. Partner?: I prefer my men to be fictional and my women to be Mariska Hargitay.

6. Kids: HELL NO. What kind of a questionnaire is this?

7. Brothers/Sisters: I am an island in a sea of rednecks. I once had a stepsister, but I haven't heard from her in almost ten years and I spend a small portion of each day hoping in earnest that she has died slowly in a fiery crash. No, this is not hyperbole.

8. Pets: 4 cats - Mima, Rufus Bartlett, Pitti-Sing, and Charles Bukowski Jr.; an oversexed cockatiel named Rudy

9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:

* Finishing editing a story that has been pretty much the entire focus of 6 months worth of my life.
* Eating off the floor from cardboard boxes and sleeping on an airbed.
* Not getting lost so much riding the buses.

10. School: BA from St. Mary's University in 2000 and AAS from Bel-Rea in 2002. I minored in misanthropy and social discontent during both.

11. Parents: My dad turned fifty-something this year (he gives me that answer every time and I'm too lazy to look on my birth certificate and see the actual date). Mom and stepfather died in 1999 within a couple of months of each other.

12. Who are some of your closest friends?: R is my best friend, as are K, CNM and Ja'Queelin. I have many more friends online than I do in the real world, most likely because people in the real world are creepy and do not understand my very sensitive nose.

NO I AM NOT DEAD.
I just haven't had the internet, which is pretty much like being dead to me. Anyway, I’ve had quite a few exciting adventures. Some parts of them inspire Isaac Brock style shouting, so I hope you like all caps. I’ve also thrown in some pictures to break up the monotony. You’re welcome.
( This is very, very, very long. So brace yourself. )

In any case, I don't have the time (unfortunately) to go through 2 weeks worth of friends list backlog, so if anything really earth-shattering has occurred, please let me know. As for me, I'm just sitting in my little room, working on something good. But if it's really good, I'm gonna need a bigger room. <--- bastardized song lyrics.

Personal Note to R: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU LUNATIC? <3

So I was on the interwebs today and came across this banner ad. Look to the right of the screen...there it is.

The swoony look on Barack's face as he gazes fondly at McCain led me to make an icon.

Enjoy at your own risk.

This one's for you, artemis77. Repost the hell out of it. ^_^


Courtesy of R. Stevens

Okay! I got my hair did! Colleen and I decided to go with something somewhere between "A" and what my other haircut was...it is both functional and stylish! As an added bonus, I look a little like Mariska. Mmmmm.
Here are some shitty camera phone pictures a la Myspace!






I figured I'd do one full on and one with the expression you are most likely to see on my face on a daily basis. Guess which one is which. Yeah, I know. I'm a pile of sex.