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Meditations on the Se7en Deadly
Oct. 28th, 2003 09:15 amLemmee see here, Sloth. (a.k.a. chain a child molester to a bed until he atrophies to death,) Nope. Readings indicate it has returned to Safe levels. What with all the editing and guitar noodling I've done this past week I actually feel better and have more energy.
Greed: (a.k.a. Make a lawyer cut his tummy off.) Greed is the soaring, skyrocketing, climaxing sugar in my blood desperately in need of contentment's life-saving insulin. I cannot deny the fact any longer that I want a new guitar. Not to replace the one I have, but to join it and be used for alternate tunings. I also want a new amplifier. And an effects processor. And a copy of FruityLoops. Let's see... *checks wallet, wallet coughs twice and goes limp, foot-long tongue dangling out.* Hmm... Yeah, I didn't think so. So in my greed I suffer. Adding to the problem I have a dentist appointment on Friday and I'm fearing what he'll find. It's been over three years since I've been to a dentist and I'm having pain in things inside my mouth which should not feel pain. I've got insurance finally. (The reason why it's been so long between dental visits.) But it'll only go so far. And the car payment's due. Those interested in contributing to the Buy Uberreiniger Music Gear For Christmas Fund feel free to contact me. Cash accepted. It's just as good as money.
Pride: (a.k.a. Be a maniacal serial killer and goad Brad Pitt into killing you.) Nope. None. I have no pride, as the final sentence of the previous paragraph where I shamelessly resort to begging will show :)
Wrath: (a.k.a. Kill a maniacal serial killer played by Kevin Spacey who's just mailed you your wife's head.) No more than usual, although a small spike was experienced last night when a telemarketter called me and asked if he was speaking to "Tyra." Do I look like an African American super model to you? If you don't care enough to learn to pronounce my name right, then don't call me.
Gluttony: (a.k.a. Make a fat guy eat till he pops.) More please.
Envy: (a.k.a. I need to see the movie again because I forgot what it was.) Had some bad Lesley longings this past weekend, but it could've just been because I was lonely and I haven't seen her due to the play she's been working on. My "over her" tends to come out of remission when I go a few weeks without seeing her. Most people get over people faster when they DON'T see them. Guess I must be wired backwards. Oh well. As long as it works I won't complain.
Lust: (a.k.a. That one was really nasty and I'm not repeating it.) No more than usual here either. Although females suffering from high amounts may report to Uberreiniger's basement for maintenance. Maintenance clinic open now...
*cricket chirp. cricket chirp. cricket chirp*
...And yeah, that's about what I thought there too. Oh well, better to wait for love anyway, so I guess it's all good. With laundry tonight, L5R Diamond Edition arriving tomorrow, my d20 game Thursday and Halloween activities on Friday who has time for it anyway?
Greed: (a.k.a. Make a lawyer cut his tummy off.) Greed is the soaring, skyrocketing, climaxing sugar in my blood desperately in need of contentment's life-saving insulin. I cannot deny the fact any longer that I want a new guitar. Not to replace the one I have, but to join it and be used for alternate tunings. I also want a new amplifier. And an effects processor. And a copy of FruityLoops. Let's see... *checks wallet, wallet coughs twice and goes limp, foot-long tongue dangling out.* Hmm... Yeah, I didn't think so. So in my greed I suffer. Adding to the problem I have a dentist appointment on Friday and I'm fearing what he'll find. It's been over three years since I've been to a dentist and I'm having pain in things inside my mouth which should not feel pain. I've got insurance finally. (The reason why it's been so long between dental visits.) But it'll only go so far. And the car payment's due. Those interested in contributing to the Buy Uberreiniger Music Gear For Christmas Fund feel free to contact me. Cash accepted. It's just as good as money.
Pride: (a.k.a. Be a maniacal serial killer and goad Brad Pitt into killing you.) Nope. None. I have no pride, as the final sentence of the previous paragraph where I shamelessly resort to begging will show :)
Wrath: (a.k.a. Kill a maniacal serial killer played by Kevin Spacey who's just mailed you your wife's head.) No more than usual, although a small spike was experienced last night when a telemarketter called me and asked if he was speaking to "Tyra." Do I look like an African American super model to you? If you don't care enough to learn to pronounce my name right, then don't call me.
Gluttony: (a.k.a. Make a fat guy eat till he pops.) More please.
Envy: (a.k.a. I need to see the movie again because I forgot what it was.) Had some bad Lesley longings this past weekend, but it could've just been because I was lonely and I haven't seen her due to the play she's been working on. My "over her" tends to come out of remission when I go a few weeks without seeing her. Most people get over people faster when they DON'T see them. Guess I must be wired backwards. Oh well. As long as it works I won't complain.
Lust: (a.k.a. That one was really nasty and I'm not repeating it.) No more than usual here either. Although females suffering from high amounts may report to Uberreiniger's basement for maintenance. Maintenance clinic open now...
*cricket chirp. cricket chirp. cricket chirp*
...And yeah, that's about what I thought there too. Oh well, better to wait for love anyway, so I guess it's all good. With laundry tonight, L5R Diamond Edition arriving tomorrow, my d20 game Thursday and Halloween activities on Friday who has time for it anyway?
