Memory Going

There is no excuse for the lack of updates. I completely forgot the password to my blog @_@ Not that it means anything.

While I never finished my NaNoWriMo novel, I did reach the 50,000 word minimum. That should count for something but no, not really. It should have been a finished novel but I just couldn't find the proper way to end it. At least not without (to borrow a phrase from redkinoko) summoning a magical meteor to kill everyone.

In other news, cross-stitching has to be one of the most relaxing things I do. But the problem is I need white noise while I cross-stitch. Otherwise I end up thinking of the most random and slightly disturbing things.

Like wishing I can carry a foot-long battle axe in public and be allowed to randomly hack at cars that try to run me over even if I'm in a friggin' pedestrian lane. Or wondering what would a cross-stitch pattern look like on aida cloth made from human flesh. Or would hair make a good substitute to the DMC fibers and if so, where the eff am I going to find all those rainbow-colored skeins? Would I have to start kidnapping kids to have their hair grow out and then dye them the color I need?

Please as to not be taking this seriously. I am not a mass-murdering, child-napping, cross-stitching maniac. Well the last part might be true, sans the maniac. I don't really even realize what I'm saying or typing as I certainly don't write things for the shock value.

What was I saying? What was the point of this entry? I don't remember anymore.