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Permalink Why precisely am I infatuated with religious items? I’m not particularly religious, nine years of a Christian private school pretty violently cured me of that…it also cured me of Christianity, tho, so I highly recommend it.
And yet, I really like crosses. I collect them, I wear them, I just like the way they look. And I’m kind of obsessed with owning a rosary. Which is ridiculous, really, because I don’t pray in a way that would require a rosary. I’m not even sure that I pray, as such. So…what the fuck?
sounds like joy division, “atmosphere”
Permalink So, I have a little money for once. *stares at the QaF UK 1&2 on eBay* I’m not spending it. Really. I might be lying.
OH! SHIBTASTIC HAPPENINGS! After three months (first they were out of stock, then there was a company takeover >.< ) I finally finally finally have my Spike figure! *does a dance* Its pretty schweet. Think I’m gonna post about it over at Life on the Hellmouth. Not that anyone goes there any more than they come here, but um….yeah. *hugs her little piece of Spikey Goodness close….and promptly gouges her eye out on his head*
sounds like rasputina, “transylvanian concubine”
Permalink I know its stupid to be crying over a fictional character. And I knew something was going to go badly. Queer as Folk did not get a best drama nod for nothing. So I thought I was ready. Ready for Michael to leave, or Ted to get his heart broken. And as Justin walked away from Brian, both of them actually happy, I knew it would be him, and yet still I thought I was ready.
I wasn’t, alright? I was violently not ready to see Justin’s smiling face connect with a baseball bat. I wasn’t ready for the blood-soaked tux, or Brian disintegrating. I wasn’t ready for Brian in tears. I’m still not. I’m not ready to wait six months to see Justin okay.
He has to be okay. Doesn’t he?
Permalink Could someone please explain to me why j-pop is half the price if you get the Taiwan version? What’s the difference? Is it just the characters in the writing? Cause the package art looks the same in the pictures, and they seem to have the same track listings, so if the only difference is the characters on the packaging….I gotta tell you, I can’t read those, anyway.
That’s probably what it is, too. I’m shelling out forty bucks for some fracking kanji. Jeez. If its all the same, folks, I’ll take the Mandarin for twenty…..
Permalink I just heard a really bizarre cover of “I’m a Believer.” Most of the bizarre resided in the fact that someone actually got a Monkees cover on the radio; the cover itself wasn’t too bad. It sounded kinda like Smash Mouth, but, um….not. o.O;
So…the end of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I’m pretty sure I missed some dialogue. In fact, I know I did. I rented the dub because um…well mainly cause I didn’t realise it was the dub at the time. So. No idea what the little girl said to her skanky boyfriend before she decided she could fly. But somehow I doubt it could’ve explained to me why in hell she was committing suicide when Michelle Yeoh’s character wasn’t. There’s just no way. I may have missed the words, but she was not speaking long enough to properly explain it to me, she just wasn’t.
And you may ask yourself, why didn’t the dumb bitch just rewind, turn it up, and find out what she said? And I say to you…because not destroying my hearing and keeping my window fan on was more important to me than some most-likely-depressing dialogue.
Yeah. I’m strange that way.
sounds like queen, “going back”
Permalink Does anyone else tend to read “diaryland” as “dairyland”?
I should be asleep. If I was smart, I’d be asleep.
Orange does not go with burgundy. Why did I not know this going in? Is Kenn’s retina-fizzing color sense contagious?
Once, I had an online marriage. It was the gayest shit ever.
Smart people sleep.
Permalink My head hurts so much its making me ill.
Dontcha love migraines?
Permalink Melly’s wearin’ her rainbow pants. ^^
Her, me, and Jane just got back from Tomb Raider. Overrated? Oh, hell yes. But its fun, and its Angelina eight feet tall, so you have to love it. The best part, and probably the most fun I’ve had in way too damn long, was afterward. It was pouring. There had been rain on the way there, so rain after wasn’t really a huge surprise, y’know? Its just been rain in the northeastern US lately. You deal. And some, like me, love it.
But. Rain on the way in. Monsoon on the way out. So naturally we all decide to make a run for Jane’s car. Together. Thru the downpour. And part way to the shiny red beacon of dryness, we realize….that’s not Jane’s car. No. No, her car is the other little red car, nearly twice the distance. And Melly’s shoes are falling apart, and my pants are too long, and its kind of hard to run when you’re laughing.
I’d like to keep that moment. Jane dashing, veering suddenly towards the other correct car, and Mel nearly killing herself on her shoes, and me, nearly blind from the combo of glasses and rain, and laughing so hard I thought I might choke. I want to keep that, in my head, and replay it, over and over. And just remember how much I loved it, and how much I love them. I just want to love them forever.
sounds like jane’s done her shower
Permalink WOOHOO!
Guess who’s getting In Nuce, the we-dare-you-to-find-it, Queen-before-they-were-really-Queen album? For eight fucking dollars?? BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Spun, you are my musical god.
I am a happy kitty. Be the yarn ball….be the yarn ball…..
Permalink Its amazing the difference air conditioning, a cold shower, and PB&J can make in a person’s life. Aaaaaaaah, bliss….
sounds like luna sea, “i for you”
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