Look, it's all fixed! Special thanks to Neil, who put more white stuff on the bottom and the side of my background to stop it from repeating! I guess then I'm going to have to have co-Journals of the Week, Neil and Jason for being so good and kind to me.

Shit, if I can't put more white stuff on a graphic, that makes me really graphically challenged, ain't?

O, and just to make certain that nobody thinks that Beth dropped the ball and is leaving me to flounder in my own juices, she posted to the forum to say that she didn't have e-mail, she was fixing it for me, and that it wasn't supposed to be a background, but a header to use with tables.

Whoops!

Man, there was a question on Journal L the other day, "Are you vain?" meaning to you think that people really want to read about your life, and I wrote:

"Intensely. But I don't think that vain means that you think you're all that, but that you don't want anyone else to know that you're NOT all that. I try not to tell stories that make me look weak, that's my vanity."

I am living in the Land of the Ants again.

Now, for those of you who remember every little goddamn thing about my life (and you know who you are!), my yearly ant invasion usually comes in the spring, when the ground unfreezes and the rains begin and the sun comes out and the ants ask themselves "Hey, I wonder what's going on in Kymm's house?"

And, in fact, this did actually occur this April or May or whatever, and I sucked it up, because I knew that it was gonna happen and then it was gonna be over (like your period), and then it was. Well, this year has been (sorry LA and Texas and everyone else) the coolest July on record in the Northeast, without a single day hitting 90°, and I guess the ants decided to come back for seconds.

Of course I didn't notice for God knows how long, because unless something crawls across my computer screen, it's not in my line of vision and I'm oblivious, but yesterday a giant winged bug was strolling across the top of my monitor and I crushed it with the remote, vaguely thinking "What a funny-looking bug, I wonder what it was?" before dissolving back into my normal drooling stupor.

And hour or two later, I looked at my standing lamp, and it was like in the movies when the camera points towards an object in the foreground while the background is still in focus and then it rack-focusses so that the foreground is in focus, and all I could see was that it was covered in ants. Flying ones. Including one giant one like the one I killed on my monitor.

Of course I have no bug spray, and even if I did, I wouldn't want to use it, because this is a very small apartment, so, using the theory that anything aerosol will do, I got the can of orange-smelling Foul Cat Odor-Coverer and started wielding it with a vengeance.

Winged ants dropped like flies down on top of their non-winged brethren. I kept spraying until I ran out of orange, which happened rather quickly, but I think that I got most of them, though I should get another can, and maybe some actual ant spray that I can spray outside the door that they have been getting in through. Or maybe some baits. Or maybe some grits, as I still have some left from when Michael sent me a box last year.

I mean, they have some goddamn nerve, growing wings and thinking that they can just move in and sit on my lamp.

What's the worst bug invasion you have ever had?

Laura wants to know if you have any irrational fears.

Jon is interested in your family legends.

And we're still talking about what to write about when there's nothing to write about, children's books and the first lines quiz, swearing, our parents before they were parents, hair disasters, our top ten songs, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.

Today's horoscope:
Personal independence and freedom are especially important today. You could do something to help change society.

One year ago today:
Of course I have realized that I have totally been given the karma, mama.

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