Spam

I went to clean out my spam comments and saw this:

I like the questions! Yes i’ve seen them other places but it’s cool you gathered them all up. Ooh and I don’t think I will slit my throat thanks for the suggestion though. NOT

Since when did Russian spambots get so sarcastic? It’s got me a little worried. Next thing you know, they’ll manage to slip the spam filter entirely, and they’ll leave a comment so funny that my readers will go to their blog instead!

Thwart me if you can!

I figured I’d increase my chances at snagging the complete Buffy collection on DVD — and sidestep having to put chocolate syrup all over my chest — by writing about Avitable’s holiday giveaway. Plus, it’s an excellent opportunity for me to show off how much of a nerd I really am.

Last xmas Mike got me season three — you know, the one with Faith — because I wouldn’t stop gushing about how much I love Faith and how much I missed the show in general. Okay, so gushing isn’t the right word. I never stopped talking about it. Somehow, I never picked up on the fact that he was actually going to get it for me. I guess I’m just too slow.

For the next few weeks Lauren and I watched marathons on Friday and Saturday nights, trying to drag it out as long as possible so that we wouldn’t go into withdrawal. Well, just like everything else, season three came to an end. The withdrawal symptoms ensued.

Throughout the last year, I kept promising myself I’d go out and buy seasons one and two so we could have an even longer marathon. Naturally for one reason or another it never happened. Everything else just seemed to become priority, like food and doctor appointments.

Then came Avitable, blogging shiny promises of becoming the one in fifty-plus commenters to have the ultimate high — every Buffy episode, everrr. (Is the nerdiness coming off in waves or what?)

If you love Buffy just as much as I do and feel satanically competitive, up those odds! Post a comment in Avitable’s holiday giveaway and write your own blog post about his contest. (You can also email him pictures of his name on your chest, if you feel like being a good Samaritan.)

And maybe, just maybe, if you win and feel generous enough you’ll invite me over for a Buffy marathon night. :D

Life is killing me

Nothing about today is good. My back pain is back; I spent last night tossing and turning because not only was it in my lower back but also in my front hips. I also had a bad dream, so all in all it made for a pretty sleepless night. I dreamed I was some blond runaway and my runaway, brunette and abusive boyfriend got me knocked up. He beat me up so bad that I had a miscarriage. The dream flickered to me lying on a hospital table to me in some house where everyone was dead and I had a gun to defend myself from — I’m assuming — my abusive dream boyfriend. Talk about a vivid — and somewhat depressing — mind. I don’t dream that vividly very often, but when I do they’re usually really crazy.

Maybe I’m having more issues with what happened to me than I initially thought.

I went to the chiropractor this afternoon and then to Wal-Mart. I got some stuff to make cards with for the Letters of Love Greeting Card Challenge and stuff for my crafts class on Monday. I also got some sugar cookie mix, which was a pick-me-up — at the time.

Then I got home, and all hell broke loose. Mike and I got into a fight, Lauren and I got into a fight, and now I have no energy to get anything done that I need to get done. I have piles upon piles of things to do, and it’s so overwhelming that I don’t want to do any of it. I hung out with Nikki last night and although it was a nice break it’s just another reminder that I hardly ever get to just relax. Even when I’m hanging out with my friends or Mike, my mind is constantly racing, thinking of all the things I need to get done. I can’t relax, because I’m too busy being preoccupied with what I think I should be doing instead of having fun.

To top it off, my McAfee subscription is expired. I probably shouldn’t be online right now.