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Oh, tree220 ... did I point out the trailer for Vanity Fair? 'Cause the prince from "A Knight's Tale" is in it a whole bunch ... *taunts*

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Is it wrong that I think the Princess Diaries 2 trailer is far more entertaining than it should be? I mean, yeah, the mattress thing is stupid, but I think I could be blissfully happy for a while playing in Mia's closet. And the Prince William bit is kinda cute.

Plus, Callum Blue. *squeee* I think I prefer him scruffier on "Dead Like Me," but whatever. (He had me at "I think you're marvelous." Gah.)

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It's official. Paco the Corsican Pimp has used his one-way ticket to the Magical Land of Squished Vehicles and has been towed far, far away (at least, according to the nice man at the junk car removal place). Yay!

*streamers, toot horns, fanfares and stuff*

Now everybody wave goodbye to the nasty car. Bye! Bon Voyaaa-gee! Don't forget to write! */end Bugs Bunny-esque yelping*

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*sobs like a toddler*

I want to go see the disaster movie right NOW! This must be the first time in forever that I won't see a movie I've been waiting months for on either the first or second day.

*stamps feet and throws a little temper tantrum*

...

There. Now that I got that out of my system ... sorta ...

*whimper*

Why I should remember that today is a good day

Because Paco is gone. Gone, gone, gone. A great and vicious evil has been smited, and the world can rest safer knowing that Paco the Corsican Pimp sleeps with the fishes. (Or, you know, parks amongst the rust heaps, but whatever.)

Also, I bought some new clothes today. Just some underwear and jeans, which I needed, and some new shoes, which I both needed and wanted. My favorites are the pink sneakers with heels which, in addition to being girlish and sporty, also make me an extra apple taller. The other Smurfs will be so jealous!

This weekend, I get writing done if it kills me. Do you hear me?! If it kills me! Sure, it's going to be a bitch if I try writing in future weekends if it kills me, but I'm sure someone out there will be nice enough to ignore the smell and prop me up in front of a computer. After that ... well, I guess I'm just going to have to do the same thing I do when I'm trying to type drunk and fall face-first into the keyboard. It's all in the willpower, baby.

It looks like it's getting stormy out there. See? Even Mother Nature's taunting me about the movie. That wench. *seethes*

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If this isn't a meme already, it should be ...

Let's all get wasted! If my LJ had a drinking game, what would be on it?

EDIT: My LJ, goofballs. ;P

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You know, before they towed Paco off to his eternal rest, I had to rescue my high school yearbook from the trunk. Which meant bringing it into work with me, which meant Bosslady commandeered it when I got there and wanted to know who everybody was.

All I have to say is ... uh, damn, I forgot how cute my high-school crush was. Jesus. *flips through yearbook* Hey, that's unfair. He didn't take a bad picture, and I didn't take a good one. Hmph. I blame my haircut.

EDIT: Okay, this is actually a really wicked concept.