Ick. Just ick.
Jun. 20th, 2003 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI've been informed who dies in Order of the Phoenix. To She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named who told me, you are a goddess brought upon this earth to help the lesser and more impatient among us. Blessed be your spoiling, wicked heart. Even if I hope you're horribly terribly insane and lying to me through your teeth just to see me wriggle. ;)
Okay, time to commence whining.
Ahem.
But I don't want Corpsey to die! Corpsey's one of my favorite characters! Corpsey's beyond cool! Corpsey's just the man/woman, dude! Corpsey needs more screen time before he/she can get bumped off! And damn it, hasn't Corpsey been through enough at one time or another without adding the scent of "Eau de Decomposition" on top of that? Sheesh.
Again, ahem.
So anyway, today I get to rush around and be all editor-y with my submission, and when that's done, I get to take a nap for a bit before jetting off to WallyWorld or Borders or wherever to pick up Book Five. (Okay, replace "pick up Book Five" with "have Book Five loaded onto a flatbed truck" and it'll probably be that much more appropriate.)
*sigh* Is it midnight yet?
Oh, and I was flipping through a magazine last night at work and came across a picture of Justin and Kelly promoting their new *coughcough* movie, and it suddenly hit me why I like Clay better than Justin. See, Clay's geeky, but he's cute-geeky, which is sort of the softer, gentler companion to sexy-ugly. Whereas Justin gets up every morning, heads into the bathroom, stares into the mirror, and is confronted by the fact that no matter how pretty his hair is, as long as it's there, he bears an uncanny resemblance to Sideshow Bob. Vicious circle, that one.
Okay, time to commence whining.
Ahem.
But I don't want Corpsey to die! Corpsey's one of my favorite characters! Corpsey's beyond cool! Corpsey's just the man/woman, dude! Corpsey needs more screen time before he/she can get bumped off! And damn it, hasn't Corpsey been through enough at one time or another without adding the scent of "Eau de Decomposition" on top of that? Sheesh.
Again, ahem.
So anyway, today I get to rush around and be all editor-y with my submission, and when that's done, I get to take a nap for a bit before jetting off to WallyWorld or Borders or wherever to pick up Book Five. (Okay, replace "pick up Book Five" with "have Book Five loaded onto a flatbed truck" and it'll probably be that much more appropriate.)
*sigh* Is it midnight yet?
Oh, and I was flipping through a magazine last night at work and came across a picture of Justin and Kelly promoting their new *coughcough* movie, and it suddenly hit me why I like Clay better than Justin. See, Clay's geeky, but he's cute-geeky, which is sort of the softer, gentler companion to sexy-ugly. Whereas Justin gets up every morning, heads into the bathroom, stares into the mirror, and is confronted by the fact that no matter how pretty his hair is, as long as it's there, he bears an uncanny resemblance to Sideshow Bob. Vicious circle, that one.
