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Everyone's starting to post about their New Year's Resolutions.

Mine are numerous and have mainly to do with trying to become the person I was in Chicago while living here, in Las Vegas. You know, making new friends and getting out more to do social things like Doctor Sketchy's and Life Drawing sessions. I'm thinking of taking some courses at Community College -- not necessarily for credit, but because it's fuck cheap even without Millennium Scholarship and I should get out of the house. I'm sure I can dig up a hundred and fifty bucks somewhere.

Holly Go Lightly was pretty stupid for a hooker:

I borrowed my mom's car (and almost got myself killed in traffic turning on to Rainbow because I forgot she barely has brakes) and went to the pawn shop.

20 bucks? Not worth it, hardly worth the gas to return it to the Tiffany's at the Bellagio.

Me=depressed.

Note to self:

...pick Steve Jobs for dead pool.

Also:

I'm quite spammy today. I'm watching TNG on SciFi right now, and it's the one where they meet the Traveler. The Traveler is a guy who can alter time and space by thinking about it and has a weird obsession with Wesley Crusher. In this one he accidentally sends the Enterprise-D to M-33, a whole different galaxy. Also, there's some guy in the background wearing a dress?

So I was all, wah, someone who knows local space and there's a Time Lord and the whole thing is gender queer? Who fucking wrote this episode?

Why, duh, of course it was dduane. DUH. Of course she did.

OH AND THIS ONE HAS SNAKE PEOPLE. SNAKE PEOPLE. I LOVE SNAKE PEOPLE. AND FURRIES AND A SENTIENT GAS CLOUD. I ALSO LOVE SENTIENT FART.

ETA: Oh, this is also the episode where Data develops his Sherlock Holmes thing and manages to flirt with Tasha through roleplay.

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Time paradoxes are a goddamn bitch, and I wish I hadn't decided that was a central aspect of the story.