pay attention to meeeeeeeee (or not)

You guys read my Livejournal. You know how I roll. Why do you think I'm posting three short entries a day lately instead of one huge big long one every three days? It's sort of weird. Do I need attention? Is my brain rewiring itself? Discuss.

Also, it's Super Tuesday but I'm not registered as a Democrat. Fuck. Oh well. I sacrificed a few crack babies to the Goddess Columbia, as is my wont to ensure favorable election outcomes. It is more effective in conjunction with voting, but I missed the boat on that so this is what I'm doing. (Note to all non-American people: We do that here. Some of us. Note to all American people that are not me: You know nothing. NOTHING.)

I still find witless dead baby jokes funny.

I need inputs from people

I want a Muenster cheese and cucumber sandwich more than anything but I can't figure out whether I should put butter or mustard on it. Why is this such a huge quandary for me? ETA: I'm making both. Further ETA: I made two, with really thick toasted Italian herb bread with butter and mustard, one layer of thick-sliced cucumbers, and two layers of thin-sliced Muenster. And had some lemon water. FUCKING DELICIOUS and also surprisingly filling for tea-party food. Also, for the first time in days, my stomach doesn't hurt!

Also, I think I figured out where my lesbian angel story wants to go. Does anyone reading this have any experience with deicide? Can you give me some pointers? I'm not sure whether I want to do the Mr. Teatime thing or the Philip Pullman thing or whether there's a new way of dispatching a deity that I don't know about.