cimorene

rave never answers my emails, but now she did! and i loooooooooove her almost as much as i love aubry, holls, j, steve, and you.

me and rave on the wonders of the unintentionally-funny sweat fairy story(i promise i am not making this story up):

[sweat fairy: have sex; it'll save the planet.]
Qui: Thank god for that! I guess I'm not a pedophile after all.
Obi: And it's not impure lust, or passion, or anything. It is
Serene!Love because it is Sanctified By The Force.
Qui: There is no death, only the Force. There is no lust, only sex.
Obi: Sounds good.
*pause*
Qui: Wait. You do realize we're doing this on the advice of a nymphomanic
Perspiration Fairy, don't you?
Obi: ...
Qui: ...
Obi: ...I feel so dirty all of a sudden.
Qui: No, wait! There is no dirty, only the Force!
Obi: *shrug* Sounds good.

you know, it's really fucking annoying that when you get up late and lie around, not getting dressed and not working and not eating, when it's time to go to work, none of your work is done.

mine

hee. fishes, holls.

oh, j, im me today or sometime tomorrow--as soon as you do have the requisite free time. i can steal you a color scheme, but if you want to make your own it takes for-fucking-ever to figure out what the little labels mean.

in other news, i do not yet have my paycheck. i hate those stupid-heads, grrr. [music update--nickelback, "this is how you remind me"]