mood: ill
music: moulin rouge in my head
CPCetc: the above=not a good sign
Disclaimer: I had a complete lack of sleep last night and a total of about one hour today, so if nothing in here makes sense, I'm terribly, terribly sorry.
I had a night of quality time with Stacy, methinks. She was kind of sad because she didn't get any manflesh, but I hope she had a good time. I kind of felt sorry for her, though. She was on the loveseat, right, which is, like, wee. As in meant for me because I'm a freak who sleeps comfortably in really weird positions. Then on the sofa, which has a pull-out bed, are Katiemakes and Genny (if I butchered her name, I'm sorry) and then Marion and I are on the futon. So poor darling Stacy is trapped on this tiny-ass loveseat, surrounded by hormones and, oh God. I felt so bad. It was one of those situations where I almost wanted to just invite her over to the futon or have everyone pile on the floor or something but I knew that no one else would let that fly... Yeah...
Still, though. It was a good time.
Paiga's having a shin-dig of sorts today. Actually, her parents are but they're good people so they sent invitations to all of Paige's friends so that she wouldn't be bored out of her wits and making small talk with Freudian characters about the nature of the croutons or whatever it is that civilised people talk about. It never made any sense to me. Fuck, does it make sense to them? I mean, honestly? Anyway, (track: back on it) everyone under-the-age-of-twenty-one/that's-unspeakably-brilliant is getting sent underground so that we don't-steal-the-booze/liven-up-the-party/eat-all-the-croutons-before-they-can-be-properly-discussed. Which is fine with us. I mean, honestly, Paige's posse loves full reign of the basement. Since we all know each other really well, about twenty conversations get going at the same time and you can just jump from one to the other with hardly a pause. And if we run out of chairs or anythin', we just pile on top of each other and throw things at each other. It's great.
Oh, CHRIST! Lost is coming back!!! The day that school starts up again! So even though the first day back is going to suck primate testicles, there's something to look forward to! And Paige and I decided to phone up Laurel and Sarah and have a big fiesta to celebrate the return of angsty!dom in our lives. Oh, Domi-sama! Your love interest is caught in the clutches of a deranged kidnapper-type-person who wants her baby! *laaaaahl!!!* You must save her! And give her many cute hugs! And peanut butter! And do all the cute Domi-sama things! And she'll smile all cute-like and the fan girls will be happy!!!
(as stolen from THOU Fans)
[do not go to above if you don't dig on slash]
mmm... dumplings...
Speaking of fangirl-y goodness, me Godmam gave me a late Jesus present, meaning late for the rest of the world but considerably early for her: series one of HETTY WAINTHROPP!!!!! And I'm gunna watch-chit alllll. And I'm gunna lieke it.
MPAA:This blog is rated PG for language and peril.
Damn. I'm out of tea. *doesn't make more because she's a lazy whore*
That's another thing that's fun about Stacy. This must be relatively recent, but everytime she addresses me, she calls me a whore. And whenever she tries to freshen it up and calls me a slut or a skank or something, I correct her and explain that I request full reimbursement on my favours. Which she thinks is amusing, even if it's not. Which it isn't. Because I kill the joke by telling it so much.
I swear to God, there's bacon grease on the kitchen faucets. No, seriously. I went to rinse out a mug because Sammy-boy demanded out-time, and my fingers got all greasy and smell like dying piggy. God damn. Of course, it's entirely possible because the house smelled like bacon this morning, which is why I went to sleep almost consciously. But it's one thing to smell it and another to have it laved all over your hands, you know? Maybe I'm just a little too O.C. about this, but I can't help it. It's not like a glass thing or anything, I just don't like smelling like bacon. Even when I ate bacon, I didn't like smelling like bacon. It's not a pleasant smell on a human being.
Christ, K-Palm. Ramble much?
Kiri! >^.^< ~mew!
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