mood: nummified
music: john mayer in my head (...what?)
CPCetc: i can't even look at you in that smutty-smut dress
** **Disclaimer: Before all of my Venture Brothers buddies get on me, there is a reason for the raping of the quote. That will be explained forth-with and such-wise.
My glasses came in!! They make me happy with their emo-tastic, green album goodness. Mmm... Early Weezer. *ducks from various flying objects*
I really need these new specs. Totally wiped out on the gate coming out of the shower today. And it hurt like a bitch. I'm kind of disappointed, though, because nothing bruised and I didn't stub any toes or anything. I mean, Jesus, if you're going to wipe out doing something really stupid, the least you could expect is some sort of semi-lasting physical damage. Then I somehow managed to inhale incense. Which was not at all a pleasant experience. *blows nose again*
Auch: I have been finding old smut about my house. Like that story that I started ages ago and made Paiga edit that I actually still really like. And then I'll be flipping through things and find really crappy poetry from the RCC days. Those aren't so fun. But when it's good olde fictional boy-on-boy schmoopy goodness, it's very fun. Like little Chanukah-in-June presents stashed all over the house! And by "house" I mean "room". Kiri is not so dumm as to leave her smut about the house. *shivers*
And if you're in the B-Town area, for the love of all things sacred, don't order a bed from the Denver Mattress Factory. You will live to regret it. Heed my word!
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