Numerical Inaccuracies

Yellow Machinegun - [Go Away]--- For some reason I just can't seem to keep a steady 113 people friended. Every time I do, someone eventually drops me, and usually I'm disturbed and surprised by who it happens to be.

Bigdumbface - [It's Right in Here]--- I like the number 113. I would like to keep it steady. You people waiting in the wings? Comment. We'll see what see.

I don't know what's more disturbing: That people friending and defriending me, on a public journal forum gets to me, or that I'm more concerned by the numerical symbolism of my friends list. I don't want hundreds of people, mind you. But if i'm going to be this close to a number I value, this much, it's pretty annoying to reach it, and lose it, constantly, through less work of my own than would make me happy.

You know?

Night.

Good Morning, Mr. Hunt, I've a Job for you.

Madness - [Shame and Scandal]--- Yes, I know that's two Mision Impossible references, in one week; get over it.

You have a job to do. This is not a meme, though you should treat it as one, and I need you to tag way more than Five People. Here's the deal: The other day wacko1138 made a post in which I was reminded rather forcibly about the tack we've neglected, in the "War on Christmas": The logical track.

Screamin' Jay Hawkins - [Person to Person]--- I need you to tell everyone you know, if they try to say they're offened by "Happy Holidays," that you think it's weird for them to be offended by you telling them to enjoy their holy day of choice. (Tom Waits - [Crossroads]). Can you do that for me? Good. We're not done yet.

If you give a shit, in any way shape or form, about people not being morons and not creating devisive problems, then post this combination of words in your journal bits of Choice: "Happy Holidays. Happy. Holy. Days."

Tom Waits - [Carnival]--- Do us all a favour, while you're at it. Be as forceful as they would be. A simple answer, and a "If you disagree with this, then you're obviously a Moron." Facts and etymology.

Ego Likeness - [The Breach]----Dreams were of zombies, helping people move, family dinners, a baby T-Rex that mech_angel tamed, just by being there, a concert that was also a circus, and people trying to kill me. Ended with people playing videogames that could litterally suck you in, if you weren't careful. Something about being turned into a merperson.

Anyway. That's as political as i'm getting, this Holy Day season. Any more attention to the matter and I just feel like a moron. And talking about Bill O'Riley, even to make fun of his insanity and idiocy, makes me feel dirty.

I need to go find food. Ta.