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Permalink Yay, me! I emailed feedback to someone! ….which, okay, not that amazing a feat, but I never ever do it, aside from those times Megs has allowed me early glimpses of her work, and then I’m comfortable with it, because its Meg and she’s my friend, and its okay if I’m incoherent. Other than that…I think this makes the fourth time. But HA, and go me, cause I did it. *does a jig*
And y’know, boo me, because I also buckled under and pre-ordered Schmuck Carter’s album. *pulls blankets over head* I am such a tool. But…he sounds like fucking second album Savage Garden, y’all, and…. *whimpers* Somebody shoot me.
Things the Meow Must Do:
– eat (which I will do after assimilating the latest joy from Writerboy)
– finish HK
– JC!tummy skin for Megs
– finish HK
– come up with a new layouts for bAoi and dQ
– finish HK
– work on *Nsync scrapbook (hush)
– FINISH HK!!!!
Permalink Tired.
Hungry.
Weepy.
Bah.
Permalink Wheee! Three new skins at skin me…! Now we are sooooooooo happy, we do the Dance of Skinning! Da da da da~! *dances off into the horizon*
Permalink For some reason, I’m kind of distressed about this being the cover of JuJu’s album. I mean…wow, the boring. And what the fuck is happening with his hair? Because…we all remember the brillo-fro, and yes, that was awful, but at least you knew what he was doing. Now, its like, it was grown-out from the buzz…but certain parts of stopped growing, and others have kept growing, and a couple spots may actually be trying to retreat back into his skull.
Altho, I guess this explains his sudden erection for that fucking wanna-be fedora….
Permalink I want to get rid of the current layout at bAoi. I mean, its pretty, but I’m bored. And okay, yes, this might also be an effort to avoid mucking with content for HK. I want to do it, and I don’t at the same time, so. Yay, me.
I’m just kind of wary of where I’ll go if I do a new layout. Cause honestly, right now, we’re looking at something 8 Mile, we really are. And I don’t know how I feel about going back to Eminem land this soon….
Permalink Good day, good day. My dad went to some hobby/train show-thing with Uncle Frank, which, for my mom and I, meant we could go do something fun together and not have to worry about what time we got back or feeding them.
Generally, if he’s going anywhere with Uncle Frank, we tend to tell him not to hold dinner for us before getting the fuck out of Dodge. Its not that we dislike Uncle Frank, its just that he’s dull and strange and has a very big voice, and he’s an excellent, excellent excuse to ditch my dad for an afternoon.
So, we figured we’d go see a movie, as we rarely see anything in the theaters anymore, and maybe hit Ruby Tuesday’s afterwards. Originally, we were going to see The Tuxedo, because Mom thought it sounded fun, and I like Jackie Chan. Unfortunately, their copy of it had gotten fucked up, but oh, hey, we could make Red Dragon with about a minute to spare, if we wanted.
Cause, y’know, sitting through a psychological thriller with Tony Hopkins, Ed Norton, and Ralph Fiennes is just a vast hardship. *rolls eyes* And oh, look. Tony’s in uber-creepy mode, and Ed’s kicking particular ass today, and it turns out Ralph with a harelip is still better looking than most of North America. Also? Lots of naked back time. *mews softly*
Red Dragon is just cool, man. Its a good film, and the ending? Gotta love it. And it could’ve gone really nasty and visual in a few places, and chose not to, and I highly appreciate that. Shit actually makes me want to see Hannibal. So, how big of an endorsement is that?
Permalink I love it when I think I click on dQ, and end up in the bAoi updates blog instead. >.< I'm either a complete gimp, or more tired than I thought.
Or possibly both.
And now I’m sneezing again, so I guess this is my cue to to take some medicine and go to fucking sleep, already. And y’know…I suddenly can’t think of what I logged in to say, anyways. Gah. Definitely more tired than I thought. *gathers her snuggling!LaKev plushies and waves clumsily* Okay, ev’body, I love you, b’bye. *blows kisses and toddles off to bed*
Permalink I can do this. I just….need to actually do it. But, I can. I can I can I can.
I think.
Permalink I think I’m going to hell. *gazes at the Klubbheads Remix of Larger than Life playing on her WinAmp* Or possibly, already there. Around here, its hard to tell the difference sometimes.
There’s some mad AJ happening, tho, and we like him for his tattooed-alien-freak-ness, so.
‘Rentals anniversary is tomorrow. 38 years. I can’t even concieve of what my mother could possibly have done to warrant being married to my father for that long. I mean, what, was she a clown in a past life?
Beh. Don’t mind me. I’m just bitter and depressed and working on a headcold. Fuck.
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