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Permalink Um. I was going to actually update Spike Can Kick — you know, with that layout that I’ve been sitting on for like, six months? Yeah, that — but then the computer insisted the disk wasn’t formatted. *blinks repeatedly* I’m sorry, the fuck you say? I have used this disk repeatedly to move things between my old crappy computer to the shiny pretty Internet-access Gateway. I did, in fact, not twenty minutes before, move files onto said disk. So, um. Exactly how is it suddenly unformatted? Can someone tell me? Or is this one of those things where I’ll have to have a partial lobotomy and start drinking battery acid before it can be fully comprehended?
Anyway. Two drunks are standing in the street, arguing over whether its day or night. A third drunk comes along, and the first stops him. “Hey, mister, can you settle an argument for my buddy and me? Is that the sun or the moon?” The third drunk shakes his head and says, “Don’t ask me, I don’t live around here.”
……………….thanks, dad.
Permalink So, I’m talking to Des’ friend Dave in an ICQ chat. Which is strange in and of itself as I haven’t done one of these since the days of RNK, and everytime Des told me he wanted to meet me, I’d just instruct her to tell him that I was imaginary. But he’s strange and entertaining and I like him muchly, and at this point its largely deteriorated into him scratching behind my ears while I purr.
Yes. Yes, I do believe I like him muchly, indeed. ^^;;
Permalink Y’know, aside from the fact that its just incredibly bland…I actually do like this layout. Which is scary, considering its just a slightly modified version of a Blogger free template. o.O;
It…really needs something happening, tho. *falls asleep looking at it*
Permalink Um…yeah, pretty much, actually…. o.o;;
Permalink Bored now. Thus, from Fluttergirl’s LiveJournal…
TEN Movies you couldn’t live without:
– The Crow
– Braveheart
– Run Lola Run
– Trainspotting
– The Usual Suspects
– Labyrinth
– Star Wars: A New Hope
– The Last Unicorn
– Ocean’s Eleven
– Heathers
NINE albums that are important to you:
– “Made in Heaven,” Queen
– “Live at Wembley ’86,” Queen
– “The Joshua Tree,” U2
– “Painted Desert Serenade,” Joshua Kadison
– “Disintegration,” The Cure
– “The Spirit Room,” Michelle Branch
– “All That You Can’t Leave Behind,” U2
– “Viva La Woman,” Cibo Matto
– “Paint the Sky with Stars,” Enya
EIGHT “bands/artists” you couldn’t live without:
– Queen
– U2
– David Bowie
– The Who
– Nsync
– The Cure
– Enya
– the Edge
SEVEN things that annoy you:
– Sticky caps
– Homophobes
– Certain forms of internet shorthand (how hard is it to type out “you” and “are,” folks?)
– The people who live at 3131
– People who can not spell simple words
– Anyone for whom English is a native language, and yet can not use proper English grammar, or anything resembling it
– Did I mention homophobes?
SIX of your favorite songs at this moment:
– “Living Dead Girl (Naked Exorcism Mix),” Rob Zombie
– “How Did I Fall in Love with You,” Backstreet Boys
– “A Thousand Miles,” Vanessa Carlton
– “Walk Through the Fire,” BtVS Musical
– “Life’s a Show,” BtVS Musical
– “Without Me,” Eminem
FIVE tv shows you watch regularly:
– Smallville
– Queer as Folk
– Buffy the Vampire Slayer
– Stargate SG1
– Alias
FOUR of your all-time-favorite, desert-island books:
– “Life, the Universe, and Everything,” Douglas Adams
– “Lost Souls,” Poppy Z. Brite
– “Drawing Blood,” Poppy Z. Brite
– “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,” J.K. Rowling
THREE albums you’ve bought recently:
– Hedwig and the Angry Inch OST
– Moulin Rouge vol 2
– Assorted Nsync singles (oh…hush.)
TWO people that have influenced your life the most:
– My mom
– Jane
ONE thing you could spend the rest of your life with:
– To steal one from Fluttergirl, “A computer with (high-speed) internet access.” Entertainment, artistic outlet, and communication tool in one handy dandy unit. Gotta love it.
Permalink Des. The happy-maker. Ehm. Sort of. Generally. I sent her a most-likely babbling email yesterday, trying to articulate, because she asked, and then I got to talk to her for a while, and I feel better. Still sad, far too sad for my liking, but its…more of a level I can handle now. I don’t know. I’m not good, I am self-aware and honest enough to admit that, but I’m better and at the moment, better is good enough.
Just wish I didn’t have this weird sleep-walking feel today….
Permalink I’m seriously tempted to change the name of my blog to “Angelus Errare.”
Its kind of pretentious.
And bleak.
Suits my personality much better than “dancing Queen” if you think about it…..
Permalink I just want to go home. I want to be able to articulate, and tell someone, and have them understand, and not shove medicine at me, because it won’t help, it never helps, and when I tell people they just get upset, and I don’t want to scare and sadden anyone, but sometimes I just fucking want to TELL someone, and I know better, so why do I even think about it, and can I please, please, somebody, go home now?
Permalink Beh. Beh beh and fucking BEH. Can we just kill everyone? Can we, please? I’ll go first.
And why am I always on AIM lately? I fucking hate AIM. But y’know, as soon as I turn on my computer, its there, begging me to login, UGH, fine, just go away. Its stupid to have, tho, I only ever talk to Amelia on it anyway, and she fucking has ICQ, but she’s never on, and lately neither am I. I log on for like, two seconds to see if Des is there, and then she’s not, and I shut it off cause I just can’t fucking deal with anyone else right now, and hello, Catherine, if you left it the fuck on, she might actually COME on and then you could talk to her, but oh, that would involve thought and effort, so nevermind.
And now I’m angry, and sad, and I don’t know why, and isn’t the entire point of taking this Sam-E stuff so that I’m not upset and in pain all the time? Fuck you. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!
Permalink Beh. This is bland and boring and seven kinds of ass. Still, the colors are nice, and ITS NOT FRACKING JOEY. >.<
On the upside? Mel is demonstrating her godliness by making me a Version 5. *purrs loudly and licks the Mel-megami-sama*
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