*scrolls down the screen slightly so that damned flashing banner ad is out of the window* Hate that thing.

Anyway, someone keeps googling me for "Kalom" which, as a) I only had one entry mentioning Kalom and b) that was using it in reference to a nonexistant religion and c) the name itself, as far as I knew, was completely NOT something existing elsewhere... baffles me.

I checked on the search page, and I was on the 11th page of results... and someone wandered through ten tons of things obviously dealing with other Kalom-type people to click on my page and get a semi-pornographic short story (found here, if you're curious) that I posted WAY back when. Back, in fact, before I figured out that d-land really would put its own break tags in for me if I forgot to uncheck the "html" box. *amused*

So yeah, now whoever it is who is looking for Kalom will end up getting THIS page instead and be very disturbed to find me laughing at him-or-her. *waves* Hello, searcher. You have, likely, come to the wrong place. Unless you're looking for Dana too, in which case WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU and why haven't you signed the guestbook already and by any chance, d'you live on the Oregon coast? *grins*

Yeah. Slightly hyper now.

Which is odd, since I'm in a tiny bit of trouble, and really stressed out.

But... not as stressed as I SHOULD be. In fact, I feel pretty good. And what worries me is that I have... *pauses to count* ...either 19 or 20, I'm not sure about one of the cuts, but either 19 or 20 reasons for feeling this good. And they're gonna take a while to heal, some of them. I'm learning again, though.

It's been a while since I've really cut, but this last month has been damned near a bloodbath, comparatively at least. Cutting for me, cutting for others, cutting for health reasons, needles and knives and razorblades and thistles and even a pair of scissors and at one point TEETH - my finger is doing fine now, although it scared the CRAP out of me when I thought the tip of it had been bitten off. Ouch.

Anyway.

Where was I?

I've no idea, mostly due to one of the OTHER reasons I am pretty relaxed: vanilla vodka and generic safeway cola. *purrs*

Yeah, tipsy Jax again. Kadin is supposed to call tonight, and it's going to be a good thing. Caleb arrives Friday evening. Tomorrow I go deal with my mother, and trust me, I have EVERY intention of making her suffer. She's done it to me the last few times.

And I've been dropping hella hints about this journal to someone who might end up looking for it soonish, which makes me a bit nervous, but...

...yeah.

Like I keep saying.

I won't put anything in here that I wouldn't want most people to know.

"Most people" does NOT include my parents, nor does it include anyone who has already stated that they do not WANT to know what is on here. Which second part usually includes Deb and Robert, Eamon, and occasionally Scott but he reads it anyway. *amused again*

Err... I think I'll post this now, before computer demons eat it.