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Sean Astin's in "50 First Dates"?!
God, don't make me want to see this movie. I'm begging here.
God, don't make me want to see this movie. I'm begging here.
2004-02-14
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Enough fattening the Amazon wish list calf.
Go buy me stuff ... uh, 'cause I'm spoiled and greedy and easily bribed. And also refreshingly honest. :)
Go buy me stuff ... uh, 'cause I'm spoiled and greedy and easily bribed. And also refreshingly honest. :)
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In case you were ever wondering whether or not the Split-Ender works, yes ... yes, it does. It sounds like a cheap vibrator, but it works like a charm. Between that and the hot oil, I've got shampoo-commercial hair. Whee!
And to those of you who already bought me stuff off my wish list, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! *bounces around the room, then proceeds to pounce the shopping people and shag away* (*squeals* And whoever bought me a copy of "The Stand", you get extra sex because dude, that's my favorite book and I sooooooo needed another copy. Every time I get one, people steal them on me. It would probably help if I stopped making them borrow it first. *nods solemnly*)
You know what I need to get today? I need to pick up a nice, durable black strappy tank top, a paintbrush, and some white acrylic paint and make myself a shirt that says, "What this planet needs is a good, old-fashioned apocalypse." With the "apocalypse" done up Buffy-style. Yes, I'm a psycho that wants the world to end in a calamity. But at least I admit it. :)
And to those of you who already bought me stuff off my wish list, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! *bounces around the room, then proceeds to pounce the shopping people and shag away* (*squeals* And whoever bought me a copy of "The Stand", you get extra sex because dude, that's my favorite book and I sooooooo needed another copy. Every time I get one, people steal them on me. It would probably help if I stopped making them borrow it first. *nods solemnly*)
You know what I need to get today? I need to pick up a nice, durable black strappy tank top, a paintbrush, and some white acrylic paint and make myself a shirt that says, "What this planet needs is a good, old-fashioned apocalypse." With the "apocalypse" done up Buffy-style. Yes, I'm a psycho that wants the world to end in a calamity. But at least I admit it. :)
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| Marriage is love. | |||||
Okay, so exactly how weird is it that when I went shopping today, I picked up a congratulations card I plan to send to Phyllis & Del care of the San Francisco City Hall? (Whatever it takes to get it there, man.)
I just thought it'd be nice if they knew even people who didn't know them supported them, and stuff. Uh, yeah. *blushes*
In case anyone else wanted to send Phyllis & Del a card ...
Let's see if this works.
Phyllis Lyon & Del Martin
c/o San Francisco City Hall
1 Dr Carlton Goodlett Pl # 200
San Francisco 94102
City Hall Phone: 415-554-7111
Phyllis Lyon & Del Martin
c/o San Francisco City Hall
1 Dr Carlton Goodlett Pl # 200
San Francisco 94102
City Hall Phone: 415-554-7111
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*squeal* Cotton Mary Janes?! Ooo, me want. I had a pair I wore until they practically disintegrated, and I've been looking for another pair of black ones ever since. Onto the wish list with you! *happy hums*
Jeez, I'm tired. I actually just took a nap, and I kind of wish I'd just stayed down. I spent most of the day out of the apartment -- I basically ended up wandering the city like a great big freak. Went to the Holocaust Museum (and to those who know me, the room I ended up crying in was the Hall of Remembrance, just for the record) then hopped on the Metro and aimlessly meandered. Pentagon City needs to seriously call in some repair gnomes, because out of three escalators to take to get from the train to the mall, two were broken and one was shut down so people could walk it in both directions. I don't complain out of laziness, I complain because I was the one who got stuck behind the asshat who thought if he stood at the bottom long enough and stared at the steps, they'd move. Er, no, dumbass. Sheesh.
And I know what today was, but the number of people boarding the train with bouquets really started to border on ridiculous. It got to the point where I couldn't decide between pretending the Horticultural Society was in town on a field trip, telling myself that it must be prom night and gargantuan corsages were the new pink, or imagining that they were really all super sekrit ninjas disguised as florists.
Oh, and this right here? Is the legal cuteness limit. Twin babies and newlywed gay couple kissing? Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Jeez, I'm tired. I actually just took a nap, and I kind of wish I'd just stayed down. I spent most of the day out of the apartment -- I basically ended up wandering the city like a great big freak. Went to the Holocaust Museum (and to those who know me, the room I ended up crying in was the Hall of Remembrance, just for the record) then hopped on the Metro and aimlessly meandered. Pentagon City needs to seriously call in some repair gnomes, because out of three escalators to take to get from the train to the mall, two were broken and one was shut down so people could walk it in both directions. I don't complain out of laziness, I complain because I was the one who got stuck behind the asshat who thought if he stood at the bottom long enough and stared at the steps, they'd move. Er, no, dumbass. Sheesh.
And I know what today was, but the number of people boarding the train with bouquets really started to border on ridiculous. It got to the point where I couldn't decide between pretending the Horticultural Society was in town on a field trip, telling myself that it must be prom night and gargantuan corsages were the new pink, or imagining that they were really all super sekrit ninjas disguised as florists.
Oh, and this right here? Is the legal cuteness limit. Twin babies and newlywed gay couple kissing? Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
A quiz.
1. On tonight's episode, Kia is painting some of the walls silver and at least one wall bright orange. She is obviously ...
a.) On some pretty impressive crack.
b.) Experiencing a total evacuation of all the brain cells she's got left.
c.) Awake.
d.) All of the above.
2. Laurie, meanwhile, is painting over a yellow wall with white rather than vice versa. She is obviously ...
a.) A pod person. Laurie knows of no other paint colors than yellow.
b.) An identical twin. Laurie knows of no other paint colors than yellow.
c.) Suffering from amnesia. Laurie knows of no other paint colors than yellow.
d.) All of the above. Seriously, did I mention the thing where she doesn't know they sell paint that isn't yellow?
a.) On some pretty impressive crack.
b.) Experiencing a total evacuation of all the brain cells she's got left.
c.) Awake.
d.) All of the above.
2. Laurie, meanwhile, is painting over a yellow wall with white rather than vice versa. She is obviously ...
a.) A pod person. Laurie knows of no other paint colors than yellow.
b.) An identical twin. Laurie knows of no other paint colors than yellow.
c.) Suffering from amnesia. Laurie knows of no other paint colors than yellow.
d.) All of the above. Seriously, did I mention the thing where she doesn't know they sell paint that isn't yellow?
You learn something new every day.
Today I learned that Adam West was in the first episode of "Bewitched". I also learned that my brain will immediately try to come up with a crossover idea when it sees Adam West on "Bewitched". Stupid brain.
EDIT: ... the fuck? CBS will apologize for Boobgate and Andre 2000's Grammy costume but not for keeping Hack on the air? Okay, it's officially time to stop watching television.
SON OF EDIT: Hey! Why didn't anybody tell me Mayor Gavin Newsom was cute?! All of you should consider yourself severely reprimanded. Or at the very least, glared at in an exceedingly cute manner.
EDIT: ... the fuck? CBS will apologize for Boobgate and Andre 2000's Grammy costume but not for keeping Hack on the air? Okay, it's officially time to stop watching television.
SON OF EDIT: Hey! Why didn't anybody tell me Mayor Gavin Newsom was cute?! All of you should consider yourself severely reprimanded. Or at the very least, glared at in an exceedingly cute manner.