A Safe Space for Moogles

One of those quick skibbly things - more getting the idea down than trying for High Art.

Bitching about girly cramps herein.

Why is the moogle wearing a shirt? To have something to hike up, obviously.

My period is four days late.

*squints up past the ceiling*

If I get a visit from Gabriel, you will be getting a piece of my mind, mister.

I just called out of my afternoon shift. Also, cramps suck.

*crawls back to bed*

I'm starting to think my mood is connected to my monthlies. I've been down since last week, and my euphemism just started today. I wonder if there's a birth control pill designed to address that. ...I wonder if any birth control pills don't play well with my happy drugs. o_O

Either way, I know that I should probably get back to seeing a therapist. It's just that, I don't want to start developing a relationship with a shrink only to have to find another one if/when I move. It's almost easier to wait until after my living conditions change. ...Of course, I applied the same logic to making friends in elementary school, and I wound up with social anxiety. I can't win. -_-

Mom made little rice balls for her second-grade class for Chinese New Year (a week late, but whatevs) and now I find myself searching desperately for onigiri recipes. One of Mom's friends in Japan showed us how to make onigiri filling with pork and ginger and bean paste, and it was soooo good but I can't remember the specifics anymore and I can't find a recipe online (and I can't find bean paste, either). Lots of stuff about furikake and flaked fish and pickled plums though. And one recipe with Spam, oddly enough. Apparently it's the invention of Japanese expatriates in Hawaii. Rock on with your bad selves, guys.

Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to (lj)psychokitty013: the newest member of the Mythbusters Club! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *lightningflash*

...ahem. Look, I take my victories where I can find them.

( Mythbusters versus Transformers, 26-50 )

In other news, girly cramps suck, heating pads are yay, and there's a park in South Korea dedicated to phalluses. All of these things are Things You Need To Know, but may not be related otherwise.

Percyplush update: the legs are attached, after some hemming and hawing over what size to make his butt. Still to do: assemble the arms (about halfway done), make the scope, and add the face and other detailing. No further injuries have been sustained at this time.

I may knock off soon, though, 'cause apparently I am about to give birth. To a velociraptor.

Also, for those who were wondering: deepbluesquee has made it safely to New York as of this afternoon.

EDIT: ( Okay, I lied. )

It's the first of May (and we all know what that means). It's beautiful outside, mid-70s, sunny, breezy. I'm trucking along on my schoolwork, no worries there. Aretha Franklin is wailing over my earphones. And I just took about three dozen pictures of omg fluffy baby goslings and didn't even get pecked for my trouble.

It's a good day. The only thing that would make it better would be if my uterus would quit with the Primusslagging cramps. -_-

In other news, a couple more things that get my fire going:

A rant on feminism by Tamora Pierce, one of the authors I grew up with. Is it any wonder I adore this woman? She informed a lot of my own beliefs, growing up. *hearts for eyes, shameless fangirling*

John Stewart's take on abstinence-only sex ed. YOU JUST UN-BLEW MY MIND.

"Hello, professor, this is Mooglegirl. I won't be in class today, as I have been doing battle with the Monster Cramps from Hell since 3 AM. I don't think the battle's going well."

ARGH. *clutches midsection* The minute Mom gets home from her errands, I am pouncing her about getting me some birth control. I'm sick of being incapacitated every month.