Am I officially a blogger, now?

 Nice.

Does anyone else garden at all? I'm trying to start. I've had a black thumb in the past and I'm hoping to change that and be more nurturing, i.e. remember to water.

 I'm reading The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse. Anyone else reading anything?

 Blogitty blog.

It's just not a good idea.

That's why I changed my avatar. I can't keep anything down. Lost almost 15 pounds. D:

I thought I was supposed to gain weight, not puke and puke and puke and puke and puke..

I've tried eating ginger root and it doesn't halp. Do any of the mothers on the Sift have any good morning sickness remedies? I would very much like to eat something...

It sucks getting sick over the holidays. All the good food and I can't eat any of it.

Edit: Puking blood now. I wonder if that's in the realm of morning sickness or not.

Edit: I ate a bowl of cornflakes and got a prenatal vit down!

You delete and edit your comments after to manipulate the whole conversation and it's annoying.

I'm putting this here, so you can always see it.

"Ah, the vigor of youth. I admire the energy you have to put your hamster thoughts to text.

Let me speak to you on a level you can understand: Fuck off, you sniveling twat.

Go do stuff you enjoy, like looking at porn and shitting bricks.

If you continue to feel the need to keep rubbing your tits all over my profile, I'll gladly continue to downvote it. Though I may upvote it, depending on how I interpret the voting process.

[Deedub and you make quite a cute couple: the frothing feminist and the homophobic mouth breather.]

[[And by the way, can you please not quote this? I may change my mind later and decide that lying about being raped to further my argument is fucked up. I know, I know. If I didn't want it quoted, I wouldn't put it on a public forum. Woe.]]"

 </drama> Oh, who am I kidding. <drama>

Let's write poetry, Sifters! Please share a poem in the comment section.

There once was a Sifter,
an unfortunate troll,
who would froth at the mouth
o'er recordings of hoes;
who often digressed
on innocuous things
like porno and boobies
and misogyny.

Someone "gifted" me a charter for 20 days. I think they did this only to get me hooked, like a dealer handing out that first hit of heroin. I used to tell myself I went into the Lounge because I liked the social atmosphere and it was okay, I could stop any time. But I was just lying to myself..

I just dropped twenty bones for 50 more days.

At least, I won't. I'm installing the new World of Warcraft expansion as I type.

Don't expect much from me in the next few days as I level all my characters up to 80.

We all have a secret vice and mine is mmorpgs! I'm also addicted to any live sort of shoot 'em up, like COD 4 or Halo. Any of you share this affliction?

Obama!

For once, my laziness and apathy paid off!

Time to take off all my slut clothes and stop shoveling Almond Joys down my gullet.

     Had a terrible zombie dream about a recently dead cousin of mine. Odd allusions to real life in zombie metaphor are always a little disturbing, especially at 8 in the morning. Three weeks ago, my cousin had an aneurysm and his heart stopped for ten minutes. He was revived and on life support for a week until we discovered he was a vegetable. When he had any kind of sensory input, like holding his hand, he would start to seizure, jerking everywhere. It was pretty awful, to say the least.

     This dream had a really pervasive, undefinable aura of fear when it started. Nothing seemed amiss at first, but I just felt inexplicably terrified. We were holding watch over my cousin's body, in a Motel 6 of ALL places, lol.. and he starts jerking around, thrashing his limbs and making guttural groans. My mom said, "Oh, he's just having death throes!" and I'm all like, "But he's been dead for three days!!" He suddenly lurches up from the table and starts to eat my mom. I start to run but my brother says, "He's our cousin! He wouldn't eat US, Laura!" and my brother promptly gets his face eaten. So I run from the room and down the street and Ryan starts to stumble after me, plodding towards me, determined to eat my delicious brains. At this point, I wake myself up and come to the computer and start Sifting. Thank you, Sift! I really needed the distraction.

     Late night sifting paid off! Woke up and three of the songs I posted were Sifted! Very rewarding to find I'm not the only one who likes those songs.

     Thanks for this chance, Anon. It's very appreciated and if I knew who you were, why, I'd make you some cookies. I make really good cookies. Just ask my boyfriend who complains that I don't make him enough cookies.

     Speaking of cookies, I was feeling slightly creative two nights ago and made brownie batter, put it in the pan, then made cookie dough and dropped it on top of the brownie batter  and LO AND BEHOLD, BROWNIE COOKIES WERE HAD BY ALL! The cookies on top crisped and the brownies underneat stayed fudgey and wonderous. If you don't care to make cookie dough from scratch, I'm sure the premade stuff would be just fine.

     I wish I could hand out cookies or baked goods to the trick or treat kids, but I know the parents would just make the kids toss 'em. I remember my mom trying to make me toss an elderly neighbor's hand-made popcorn balls. That shit didn't fly. If that old lady was trying to kill us, we probably deserved it for being all up on her lawn. And boy, were those popcorn balls good. I'd punch a dolphin just to have some of them right now.. 

     I reserve the right to ramble in this blog.

     A chance like this doesn't come around very often. Not sure what to expect from having a charter account, but I'm willing to feel it out! I'd like to say I'll document my experience here, but procrastination is a quirky little trait of mine and when it comes to blogging, calling you back or remembering your birthday, well.. don't expect much.

     Though it's easy to remember to thank the generous indivudual who granted me this 20-day excursion into the vast, unknown land of a charter account at the Sift.

     I can only wonder and marvel at what would move you to give ten dollars in my name.

Honestly, thank you. It was an unexpected thing.