Mucho thanks to the illustrious Des, who sent me the URL for the gallery at Pink’s official site. Not only did they have the scrumdidlyumptious photos from her new album, but they had the -p-e-r-f-e-c-t- shot to go with the melancholy/introspective feel I’m trying to maintain for the American Pop skins. ^^

Now if I could just find the right shot of Joey Fatone. The serious pics don’t want to sit right on a skin, and the really skinnable images have him all smiling. And its really great that he’s happy, but is a random fit of depression too much to ask?

Really not in the mood to look at happiness, anyways, right now. I was rushed to wake up and get out of the house, and then did largely nothing while we were out, and its cold and gloomy, and I’m in one of those moods where the first thing that makes you smile just completely grabs your heart, and you’re left a million times worse when its gone. So of course for me I see this golden, curly Russ teddy bear at Brown’s, and he’s silken and snuggly, and his fur is cool to the touch, and he’s got Dumbo ears and a crooked bow around his neck, and as soon as I see him, I have a thrice-damned name for him, but he’s $20, and I’m broke, and its the holidays, so money’s going solely for food and pressies until pretty much January, so I had to leave him, and now I want to cry. Which is just so lame I don’t even have words for it.

“……’Moose!’ he bellowed, and then he charged out the window.”