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Saturday, November 30, 2002
Went to see the new Bond flick today, as my mother laid down new carpet in my bathroom, and decided she needed a treat afterwards.
I enjoyed, and not just because we like Mr. Brosnan around here (and sweet jeez, we should all hope to look that good when we're 51. Damn). There was also action! and oneliners! and cool gadgets! and an invisible car! and snarky Q! and Halle Berry doing a send-up to Ursula Andress! and lesbian fencer Madonna! and *squee* slashy Oriental boys!!
And okay, one of them was no longer Oriental when things started getting really slashy, but oh-my-stars, Zao and Colonel/Graves were SOINLOVE! And can I just say? I want my own Zao for Christmas. Nothing like an evil Korean boy with blue eyes and diamond chips embedded in his face who is soinlove with you to make for a bright and happy holiday season. ^^
sounds like justin timberlake, "senorita"
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Tuesday, November 26, 2002
Boop. New layout at the homestead. You should go, and then compare it to the original image and then tell me how your brain folded in half trying to reconcile the two. *smiles sweetly*
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Monday, November 25, 2002
Once Michael and I have a joke, it just never dies, I swear.
Meow: jc is flaming gay, yo
Meow: ok, random, sorry
Andy: perfectly okay. and I thought we already knew he was a flamer.
Meow: this is true. but somehow he seems gayer now that he's hanging out with tara reid. and like, the press so badly wants them to be going out, and jc is apparently oblivious to the fact that she's a Really Hot Chick
Andy: yeah but then again he's still harboring inappropiate thoughts about justins necklace.
Meow: *snicker* i love you
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Sunday, November 24, 2002
So, I was thinking. Which is unusual, I know. However. Hate Christmas. Violently. Its the whole bleak-weepy effect it has on me. Not really into that, what can I say.
So, yeah, thinking. Instead of attempting to make a list, and having to suffer through the gatherings and trying to act like I'm not a wreck and that I'm remotely happy to see any of them, my family could just give me a maximum dollar amount, and then I could go and pick up whatever it is I decide I want between now and then, and they could fit the bill, so long as its under the decided amount. And then? I could just have the items whenever they arrive, like little shining moments of Happy, and sleep through the hell known as Christ's birthday.
I think its a good idea. So I can already tell you my mother's going to say "no."
sounds like backstreet boys, "last christmas (a capella)"
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Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Andy: *hugs* what you doing?
Meow: sitting in disbelief of the fact that justin may in fact be more talented than jc
Andy: damn.......that's um....hard to believe.
Meow: i mean, jc is still the one with The Voice.....but apparently he's gone insane. i.....wait. did he record this when lance was away? because......okay, if we can just blame this on jc being on sex-withdrawal, i think i can accept it.....
Andy: it could very well be....but you never know. most pop stars are, by law, insane.
Meow: this is true. and jc has always been the one most likely to stare into the ceiling lights and go "oooh, pretty colors" during an interview
Andy: *lmao* yeah. he always did seem pretty .....out there.
Meow: yeah. when he's actually there mentally, he's funny and violent. the rest of the time, you expect him to squeal, "oh! shiny!" and latch onto someone's piercing.
Andy: never let him go anywhere near rappers
Meow: *lol* dude, maybe that's what happened to justin's so-called necklace
Andy: jc probably has it hoarded away. holding it lovingly calling it his precious.
Meow:*cackles* and like, the guys kept stopping outside his bunk and going, "C? who ya talking to?" and he'd yelp and shove it under his blankets before sticking his head out and giving them the wide-innocent eyes and telling them he was working on a song.
Andy: *roflmao* yes we have just discovered what would happen if golum's family hadn't died out.
Meow: "LOL* that's great. One Bling to Rule Them All. fuck me.
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Monday, November 18, 2002
New layout at the homestead. Its, um. Not sane. Altho, I think its the 404 page that really worries me....
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Sunday, November 17, 2002
I always seem to be the most reluctant to make a splash page when a layout REALLY fucking needs one. Like, if it will fit on 800+, I've got that splash done in two seconds. If you absolutely require 1024 and nothing else, or the site will look like complete ass and probably be unnavigatable...forget it. I will procrastinate like the wind...assuming I ever get around to doing one at all.
Which doesn't make any sense, really, because its not like a splash needs to be special. All it actually needs is to state the requirements for the site, and let you in. I think I'm just a tool....
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Friday, November 15, 2002
I fucking hate crying. Makes my stomach hurt.
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Monday, November 11, 2002
My insides feel all thick and gooey. I'm all heaving and tarlike at the same time, and I'm not making any sense, but this is what happens when I try to explain it. I'm sick inside with wanting to cry, and sick with not wanting to cry, and I think I hate myself for both. This isn't supposed to be happening yet, its only November, but no one else listens to me, so why should I?
I think that if you cut me open, I could finally cry. But I'm also pretty sure no one would have the kindness to actually let me die, so really, what's the point?
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Sunday, November 10, 2002
New layout....already. *sighs* Also, new skin at skin me.... Its not much, but I like it.
sounds like christina ft redman, "dirrty"
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Saturday, November 09, 2002
If it seems like I'm posting here less lately, its because I've been spending most of my time on Poofu, who has an old OS, thus requiring me to run N6 to use Blogger, and just...no.
Also, I have the lj, which I actually can use in IE5, and now the blurty which I think I like even better cause I can use it in IE, and the desktop posting program actually works on Poofu, and I get six icons without having to shell out cash that I don't have. So...yay.
I'm keeping dQ, tho, cause I like my bloggy, and hey, layouts, and dude, I go through phases, anyway. Also? Violently not feeling like emailing people to change clique links to the homestead. Uh-uh, no sir, drive thru.
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Wednesday, November 06, 2002
I was doing to do this here, but I'm on Poofu at the moment, and Blogger makes IE5 error, so if you want to hear me ramble and mock Longshot, head on over to the lj.
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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
One thing I never got? Hate sites. I mean, if you despise someone/thing so much...why devote that kind of time and effort to them? Its kind of like saying, "well, they're horrible, but totally worthy of my attention." Um...what?
I have two packages of those squeeze boxes they use at Hollywood Video, that I should really either use or sell, but am apparently incapable of dealing with either way. I don't particularly like the things, but this little voice keeps saying they're useful, and possibly a good idea. If anyone else's little voice is louder and fonder of the things, let me know. Some of my best decisions are made by other people. Or something like that.
sounds like nick carter, "is it saturday yet?"
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Sunday, November 03, 2002
I'm going to say this once, and then, hopefully, one of you will shoot me and put me out of my aging teenybopper misery.
I like Now or Never. Its a good album. I would be willing to buy a sophomore effort, should Nick do one. And he should. I may even, at some point, find myself liking the smirking, girl-voiced, clone king without wanting to inflict bodily harm on myself.
But this is not that point.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sit very still and wait for the little red dots to convene on my forehead.
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