Nobody's beating this... sadly

Here is the result of your ACL 500 Point Purity Test.
You answered "yes" to 33 of 500 questions, making you 93.4% sexually pure (6.6% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 93.4% pure in the sex domain.
Purity Test

(Woo-hoo, my score went down... but only because Lilly's husband had me dance with him at their wedding. :-P )

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It's the end of my week, time to kick back and relax.

There's nothing I want to do more right now than sit on my bed and watch Desperate Housewives, of which I have two episodes on tape waiting for me.

I can actually feel the bed underneath me -- all of my limbs and joints are crying out, "bed!" "bed!"

But I haven't written one damn word today.

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I really want a pomegranate right now.

To get one, I'd have to wash my hair, get dressed, get in the car and drive a couple of miles each way to the 24-hour grocery store.

I'm getting out of the house tomorrow, so I plan to just get some then.

But darnit, the craving's driving me nuts now.

Meanwhile, I need to get writing. And I'm at a point where I'm in danger of doing what I did last year, skimming over huge chunks of time with no transition, because nothing's happening and I don't think anything's going to for a couple more countries. Bleh.

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There's this part in "Homecoming" where it transitions between two sections, and a voice says "Geez..." in this sorta disgusted/enthusiastic way (if that makes any sense). But for some reason, every time I hear it, I think he's saying "Cheese."

*shrugs*

AAAaaaagggghhhhh

Is it bad that I'm tempted to go all Monty Python on this beeyatch? I have this sudden urge to just have the Black Beast show up and eat everybody.