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Monday, July 14th, 2008
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12:38 pm - you know are so good for me, yeah
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| Monday, June 9th, 2008
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3:00 pm - feel religion within
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Psst - guess what?
PNEUMONIA SUCKS.
current mood:  sick
current music: sinead o'connor, just like you said it would be
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| Thursday, June 5th, 2008
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10:19 pm - you're boring baby when you're straight
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1 - Y'all will still love me if I admit what a giant dork I am, right?
So - the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup. The only reason I care?
In my head, Sloane and Cameron are having celebratory sex somewhere.
Why yes. That is a link to the Sloane/Cameron story I wrote three lifetimes ago. And yes. I am that much of a tool.
2 - Someone tell me that these last five eps of Doctor Who aren't going to absolutely fucking kill me. I AM SO SCARED.
3 - Anyone want to give a girl a rundown of S3 of Prison Break? 'Cause I may not have watched it, but we all know I'm going to be there with bells on for S4, right?
4 - My debilitating crush on Jensen Ackles is going exactly nowhere. How can it, when I see shit like ( this? )
I actually have that saved under 'damnyouackles'.
5 - I'm not even going to front, but from everything I've seen, I would give up an appendage to see the Cy Twonbly exhibition at the Tate. Everything I ever forgot about art was from one or two courses at university, but I do love modern art. And his? Yeah. Here - have some!
Gah.
6 - I have been sick this week. Like, seriously, laid-out-on-the-couch, on steroids and three other pills and three inhalors sick. It's been AWESOME.
current mood: sick
current music: the kills, cheap and cheerful
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| Friday, May 30th, 2008
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9:23 am - i ain't no hero in the night
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Dudes.
Remote tribe found in Brazil
So flippin' cool.
In other news, I am sick. And NOT AMUSED.
Not cool, body, not cool at all. I don't have time for this shit.
Is anyone else reading What Happened?
It's very interesting. And not simply for the feeling of complete vindication.
I'm about halfway through and my plans for the day include sitting on my couch, or lying on my bed, and finishing it. *g*
current mood: sick
current music: wolf parade, you are a runner and i am my father's son
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| Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
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12:19 pm - my physic told me she had an ass like serena
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| Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
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9:43 am - five hundred variations of cheese
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Pop quiz, flist.
Barney/Robin = Pacey/Joey.
Y/Y?
current mood:  fucking exhausted
current music: the today show
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| Saturday, April 19th, 2008
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11:16 am - all i care about is you and me and us and now
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| Thursday, April 3rd, 2008
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8:38 pm - baby it's all gone black but you're all i see
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Okay, seriously.
I am in a terrific mood, right?
I'm finally home after four (grueling) days away!
My mom's test came back and the cancer hasn't spread!
I still squeal (sometimes internally, most times outloud) whenever 'Crazy Love' pops up and I get to hear my boyfriend sing like a dirty country boy.
This weekend is like gift from the tv gods. Battlestar! And Doctor Who!
Soon most other shows will come back!
I'm still fucking vibrating, just thinking about hot Dr Sara back on my tv screen.
So, good things, right? And I'm all ready to post something mindless and possibly Potter related (why are they harrassing me again?!) but then.
Then this happened -
- and my brain dribbled out of my ears.
HE IS NOT HUMAN. IT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION.
current mood:  giggly
current music: mat kearney, all i need
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| Sunday, March 30th, 2008
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8:18 pm - would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?
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This is...hmmm.
Takes place years (literally) after the summer of Heart-Shaped World.
This is not the happy, H/H-together-foreva! you are looking for; though it is still very much all about our pumpkins.
( Still Beating )
H/H - Seems like everybody else could see the things you never did.
Wow. Holy crap, this is sappy. And melodramatic. But I opened up lj to post a squeeful post about BSG (t-minus 5 days! WHOO-HOO!) and Jensen Ackles (I have...literally run out of words for my EMBARRASSING DEBILITATING CRUSH), but when I opened it up the first three lines of this were auto-saved and I thought, 'Hmmm. I'll post sappy, angsty, weird H/H fic instead!' So, yes. Not betaed and written in, like, 15 minutes.
current mood:  weird
current music: amy adams and lee pace, if i didn't care
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| Saturday, March 8th, 2008
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10:58 pm - the possibility that you're exactly who you say you are
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I just took out the trash and freaked myself THE FUCK OUT.
As I may have mentioned, I live in the woods. And it's all cool and windy and stormy tonight and everything's rustling and shaking and the trees are groaning and OMG, the walk to the trashcan from my front door?
Sceery.
Yes, yes. Welcome to my exciting life. Cleaning and taking out the trash at 11 pm.
Oh, and can I just say this whole daylight savings time thing sucks? In the fall it's fun - not only for the extra hour of sleep, but the whole 'do over' aspect of it.
And if you watched The Adventures of Pete & Pete you know what I'm talking about. *g*
current mood:  scared
current music: nathan, home with me
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| Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
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3:23 am - you're not the fastest
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Three amazing things!
1 - I AM HOME! WHOO!
2 - Supernatural was picked up for a fourth season! WHOO-HOO!
3 - These boots.
They're pretty much exactly what I've been looking for for months. Plus, they are on sale!
The only problem is - what kind to get? I'm pretty much in love with the brown leather, but I am the kind of girl who wears a lot of black. Like, A LOT. So do I go with the black leather?
That's where you, my lovely flist comes in!
Poll #1148557 is it too obvious to name this 'these boots were made for walking'?
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllBrown leather v. black leather
I'm leaning toward brown because, come on. So hot.
current mood:  chipper
current music: josh ritter, still beating
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12:43 am - airports are my sworn enemy
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So, last week I got stuck here in the Charlotte airport for several hours with the death flu. This week I'm chilling here on a three-hour layover with the cramps from hell. I just want to be HOME.
current mood:  discontent
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| Thursday, February 28th, 2008
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12:46 pm - here by my side you are destruction
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There are very few things I want to do less than write this stupid essay I have to email by tonight (why do I want this internship? I don't know, man. My boss told me to apply. Is that an acceptable answer?) but one of them? Is pack.
I'm going to be away for four days after being home for less than a week. Before which I was away for seven days, during which I got the death flu and got stuck in the Charlotte airport for several hours with the aforementioned death flu.
Then after I get back (at 11:30 on Monday night), I fly out again on Wednesday.
Argh.
Oh, and I get to move again in May/June.
Feel my joy.
I just want to curl up on my couch and watch Bones. And drink tea.
And speaking of fandom things, I was trying to write the other day and I realized that everything that's coming out is either circling around or variations on things I sort-of put to bed with Follow the Lights. So I went back and read it again and man. I know things will hit me later and I know I'm not done with them yet, but that kind-of says everything I need to about post-DH H/H. And not to be whatever, but I also just love that story.
current mood:  annoyed
current music: matthew good band, weapon
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| Friday, February 15th, 2008
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7:44 pm - your love make me feel ten feet tall
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I've had quite a week, right?
It's been really good, actually, but. I've gotten negligible sleep and this is the first time I've turned on the computer since Tuesday.
So I just made myself dinner (salmon and snaps and this really really tasty basmati rice) and I had a glass of wine.
Now I am drunk. Not totes drunk, but sitting on the couch in a stupor, wondering where the past half hour has gone and why, oh why, is my body so heavy? drunk.
And can I just say I love my life?
I love being single and living on my own. I love cooking dinner for myself and wearing an apron over my saggy jeans and tank top and dancing around to Lauryn Hill or Ryan Adams or Marvin Gaye while I do it. I love my bed and my apartment (even though, lo, it is in the woods) and the fabulous new light for the entrance-way I just got. I love my little study with its cleaning closet with the poster of Justin Timberlake. I love my job and being GODDAMN AWESOME at my job. I love mainlining all three seasons of Doctor Who and writhing around on my couch, whimpering, 'Oh, God. Fuck me, David Tennant', then not cutting on my tv for a week. I love oranges and blueberries and hard-boiled eggs for breakfast and apples and peanut butter for dinner. I love the fact that I'm only going to be home for five days in the next twenty. I love rolling my eyes at text messages from people and thinking, 'Seriously? SERIOUSLY? You've got a wife and a kid now, buddy. YOUR CHOICE.' I love the fact that I went into work for a few hours today, then had a fabulous lunch and went to a museum.
I love myself and I think I'm kinda fabulous.
As if life, my friends. As if life. MWAH.
current mood:  drunk
current music: lauryn hill feat. d'angelo, nothing even matter
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| Friday, February 8th, 2008
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4:45 pm - can y'all really feel me
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I have some rather dreadful news.
In the past few days, Doctor Who has eaten my brain to such an extent that I just found myself reading babyfic.
Let me repeat that - BABYFIC.
*headdesk*
current mood:  embarrassed
current music: aaliyah, are you that somebody?
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| Monday, February 4th, 2008
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9:26 pm - i will go in this way and find my own way out
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Can I just say that this day has been absolutely MADE OF FAIL?
The cramps from hell + a migraine = parker running to the bathroom to heave every half an hour or so.
When I finally left work, I got home and all I wanted was some ice for my head, right? So I opened up my fridge and something has apparently fucking DIED in there. Seriously, it smells like something is about to sprout legs and walk out on its own.
But I have no idea what it is. I just cleaned the fucking thing on Friday and I really don't think avocado or blueberries or soup can turn that rancid.
When I realized I was near tears, I decided to put off the cleaning fiasco until tomorrow. I simply can't deal with it right now.
The only good thing about today?
Finding out The Melendy Quartet has been reissued.
I already have all four (and remember how hard it was to find out-of-print books just ten years ago? ILU, Internet.), but I'm so excited that they'll be in stores where other people can discover them.
Me = Dork.
current mood: sick
current music: dave matthews band, #41
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| Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
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2:48 pm - to a castle i will take you
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Survival of the Fittest
Apparently, every year in the woods of South Staffordshire (at a place called Mr Mouse Farm For Unfortunates, no less), thousands of people attempt the ultimate in obstacle (survival?) courses - the Tough Guy. Featuring fire and freezing mud and crawling through sewage pipes and under barbed wire; ...it's like the London Marathon if the traffic wasn't stopped and you had to go through the Thames and the adjoining sewers. In 1997, seven people broke their legs and in 2001, 700 came down with hypothermia.
Almost unbelievable.
And what does it say about me that I'm...intrigued? You'd have to start training for it now, in prep for next year.
I'm also wondering if John Winchester ever heard of it. Probably not, otherwise he would have dragged the boys over. *g*
current mood:  intrigued
current music: led zepplin, what is and what should never be
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12:06 am - cause i'm right here in your arms today
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I'm sure most of you read PostSecret, right?
So, this week there was this -
- and it got me to thinking about porn.
As you may (not) know, the last boy liked amateur porn. And okay, that makes it sound like he had a problem. But you know how certain things turn certain people's cranks? Amateur porn was one of those things for him.
But every time I tried to watch any of it, I'd just, like, cringe. The bad lighting! The awkward fumbling! The forced 'ohh, baby, that's so good' expressions! The really horrible money shot groaning!
I just. Blurgh. Not my thing, but I could never really articulate why. And we got into several rather hilarious discussions of him basically saying, 'But, dude, ALL porn is bad! So what is your deal?' and me going, 'I don't know but holy hell, put that shit away!'
But when I saw this postcard, I had an epiphany as to why. Possibly because my reaction to porn is kind-of the polar opposite of this lady's.
Sex is kinda awkward, right? The weird moves, the funny expressions, the fumbling the first couple of times you're with someone. Very few people look good having sex. When you're actually the one doing it, it doesn't matter what you look like, what the other person looks like - you're having too much fun to care.
But when I'm watching it, I don't want to see that.
I want someone who knows what they're doing. Someone who's conscious of moving a certain way or holding themselves a certain way; someone who knows (most times, at least) what looks good. Someone who gets paid to have sex for a reason.
I mean, let's be honest for a moment - the only reason to actually watch porn is to get off. And getting off is the last thing on my mind when I'm distracted by the bad music from the boom box and actually having to concentrate on what exactly is going on and my own special phobia of 'ohgod, do I know that person?'
In short - I want professionals, damn it.
current mood:  silly
current music: thom yorke, black swan
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| Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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12:25 pm - there were few at the scene but they all agree
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| Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
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3:19 pm - a man like me, so irresponsible
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Even though I did a lot of pop culturish, fannish things this weekend (Cloverfield! SOAWESOME), there was one thing that stood above the rest.
I finally saw series 3 of Doctor Who.
And while I loved all of it (is David Tennant actually getting hotter? Captain Jack! 'Stop it'!), my reaction can pretty much be summed up thus -
MARRY ME, MARTHA JONES.
current mood:  giddy
current music: elton john, i want love
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