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Permalink I’m so uplifting sometimes, aren’t I? *attempts to kick dirt over last entry* I’d delete the fucking thing, but I hate the idea of doing that much typing for nothing.
Also? Its all true.
I’m feeling a little better, tho, or attempting to. Talked to Des. Finished off the Chinese. Recieved the last of my goodies in the mail (Rent! Joey! Rent!Joey!). Unfortunately, my sinuses are currently channeling Carrottop, and I’m depressed for no good reason, and I still have housework to do before the parentals return Saturday. Really not feeling up to it, but really must do. …………you guys do realize I’m going to wind up *Nsyncifying something, right?
Permalink I’m thinking of closing Sacrificial Pizza. Between the blog, the lj, and the writing site…it doesn’t really have a point. The only truly unique parts to it are my lists, which I could, technically, put in CIW’s miscellaneous section. And the only time I update it is when I change the layout, really. Also? Never been all that keen on having a site just about me (which would probably be why it doesn’t really get updated).
I may end up killing IHOPT, too, since I haven’t touched that in forever, and when I decided to actually do something with it last night, it became very apparent that I had lost most of my Tarou images. I don’t even know how that fucking happened, or when.
Which means Spike Can Kick would be my only living fansite. That saddens me, because fansites are what got me into doing sites in the first place, and I like them, I like doing them, only I don’t really touch SCK much cause Freeservers has become evil. Which means, if its going to live, it has to come here, which I didn’t really want, but I can’t afford another domain, and yes, Amel has it mirrored at FroSo, but I can’t get to it there, and I’m honestly the only person who works on it at all, so I need to be able to get to it if its going to stick around.
And of course, what I’d really like to do is actually do one fo the sites I’d always planned/dreamed of doing. In particular Queerest of the Queer, or As You Are, or Sterling Silver, or oh-gods-I’d-love-to-but-won’t, actually getting in touch with the authors and hosting The One. *sighs* But QotQ and AYA were joint conceptions, and are thus joint sites in my head, and Amel and I are almost never on together anymore. And SS…I don’t know if I feel the Miki strongly enough for that. I think my Utena tank has been running on empty for some time now. Which leaves the site I’m far too much of a coward to actually do. Bah.
I should just shut down everything and save everyone a lot of time and money and angst and go slowly, quietly mad from boredom. Fuck.
Permalink Whee! Winds — er, gentle breezes of change drift through the homestead. *shrugs* I’m pleased about it, anyways. I have a vague idea for a layout. And now is the time of my Rentification, apparently, so I might as well go with it.
Also? Gingerbread cupcakes. Mmmm…giiiiiiingerbread….
Permalink Y’know, I think Amelia and I both need one of these:
Its a bird! Its a plane! Its….RENT COW! *snickers*
Permalink This song is fucking killing me. But I had to download it, yo, it gets used in so many fucking fics, and…it was driving me nuts. And now it is my death, so, yay.
Got a postcard from the folks. Yellowstone National Park. I love how my mom signs “Love, Mom & Dad” like I don’t know that the handwriting and the joy are entirely hers. Still, y’know. She’s awesome. Miss her. Don’t miss him, but what can you do, they’re a set.
Alright, now I’m just annoying and depressing. Kill it.
sounds like garth brooks, “the dance”
Permalink You know its good when you’re so tired that you actually find yourself thinking, “Wow. I’m tired.”
Um. Changed the desktop cap. Have Joey belly-dancing on tape, so goodness there. Am just mad-ass fucking tired. And yet, I would stay up for another chapter of “Complicate Me.” God, I’m a fandom whore. Idiotic fucking fandom whore.
sounds like rent, ob.c., “la vie boheme”
Permalink This should be mine, because pretty, and oh, hey, it has my name.
I’m playing the “ooh, lets look at things I want but can’t buy!” game. As usual, its oddly enjoyable, and really frustrating. But its okay, because in a half hour Joey is on Caroline Rhea, and there will be mad taping, yes. The joy, it is mine.
Also? Amelia should come visit. Cause she said she would, and its the weekend, and the rentals are returning next Saturday, and I’m going fucking insane. I need a voice that is both talking to me, and not mine. Don’t make me walk down to Rutters to talk to the scary brain-damaged guy, man. That’s just….that shit’s just cruel, yo.
Permalink EEE! Joey! With the…!!!! GAH! Too many Happies in one place…cannot…deal…. *implodes*
Permalink Dude, my FTP sounds are scary. I mean, originally, they were like, “all the worst things about ICQ, remembered!” So I changed them. And now they’re scary.
Connected – Let’s get it on! [La-chan]
Completed – [Juju’s laugh from the BBB vid]
Error – I get no love. [La-chan]
I’m pretty ok with the error sounder, cause its the also the error wav on my comp, but the others frighten me as much as they amuse me. Especially the Juju laugh, cause…WTF? Hideously out of place, anyone? And yet, probably my favorite one. oO;
Anyway, this whole thing occured to me cause I just uploaded the new skin me… and its 7am and my brain has fucking melted, so you should go see it and sign the guestbook and tell me how your tongue went numb from licking. Yeah.
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You’re Jack Crawford, head of Behavioral Sciences at the FBI. You’re sneaky and clever, preferring to use other people to help solve old problems. You can lead your troops through hell and make them love you for it.
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