and how you needed me too

1. hate shrink.
2. hate medicine.
3. hate greek.
4. WHY isn't my daddy awake at 7 am his time??? *pout*
5. kk, i did read the whole email with its lack of punctuation and everything. *pet pet* you're so cute.

edit--also hate this hot/cold prickly feeling. like. hm. dry sweat. but am not dehydrated. have a feeling it is a bad sign though. *sigh* must eat. *contemplating plain white bread*

hm hm. broadway musical music in head? bizarre.

byron/shelley was at the top of the to-do list. unfortunately, that would require research. also, the fog outside is dissipating. so the other options are: dom/billy or viggorli, she-ra. technically others, but they're too far down the list.

thoughts, anyone, on byron/shelley without research? i could make it short. was thinking long, but if i did one of those inverted story structures and finally went back to 3rd p. past tense, the Tense of My Childhood, which i'm starting to miss with the kind of fierce longing that you can't express in japanese without saying "i'm lonely."

*blink blink* whew, that was random.

anyway, so i could do an end-middle-beginning structure again, or a broken randomness thing (because of the drugs) or a random shuffling up of the scenes in chronological order. roger zelazny, the second-best writer in the universe, did this to some effect in lord of light (oooooh the unspeakable impressiveness of that book) and "twenty-four views of mt fuji by hokusai," but i am aware the tense-shifts throw some of my readers. *pets readers* look, stuff in past tense happened in the past, alright?

ahhh, the love.

aubry: most likely not going to come, unless I can get out of work by some bizarre miraculous twist of fate
cimorene111: hmmmmmm
cimorene111: :'(
cimorene111: but i wuv you.
cimorene111: what will i DO without you? *sniff*
aubry: of course you do . . . doesn't everybody?
aubry: lol
aubry: and I luv you too

come into my enclosure.

whee. freddie mercury. dude. yay!

whee.

maybe i will eat two full meals today.

and, you know, that would make twice as many as yesterday.

if wax is really going to bed without giving over the promised sharp knife. [edit--wait--that was a big fucking knife, wasn't it? or fucking big. uhmm...]

hate shrink. h-a-t-e.

shaved every place where you'd been

right! mary shelley is going to be psychotic. *rubs hands together in glee* ... ... ... maybe i need to read some samuel r delany to prepare me for writing her neurosis. see, she's going to manipulate byron and shelley and her sister, claire, and stuff. she isn't going to do it completely maliciously. she's going to be a sociopath. it isn't going to occur to her that it's wrong. something must have driven her insane. i wonder what it was? she's going to watch byron and shelley have sex after maneuvering them into bed. and the byron-claire thing is going to be her fault.

darling, you don't know the power that you have

i usually do rm#2's dishes. furthermore, she ate all of rm#1's organic honey which comes from her friend's farm. and she's never, never in the room. she runs in, gets something, and runs out, hardly speaking to either of us.

mmmm. food? yeah. upside of eating only saltines, wheat bread, and rapidly-cooling rice? you can't even swallow the godforsaken stuff without water--so i won't get dehydrated! yay!

need a theme. theme, theme? have been thinking about reality lately, but gender is also appealing. (girl: well, this m/m homoerotica is all very interesting and all, but why would a woman be interested in it? professor: *snort* good point.)

want. to. write.

in other news, i can't decide which of the vsd slogans makes the best shirt.

raising up my hands, drive another nail in

was going to write feedback as had nothing better to do but have remembered an unpleasant task to get out of the way: het fiction. everyone cringe now. *everyone cringes* so, uhm, getting that out of the way, and imagine it will use up all my energy, and i will go to bed early and maybe get 11 hours of sleep like God intended instead of, you know, six.

washed my hair three times in a row today; disturbing when handfuls of it come out. running out of shampoo. if i wait till i'm home, mom+dad will replace it. panteeeeeene. uhm. so yes: good hair: dried in much smaller ringlets than it usually does and they're all wild and floaty and kinky. hee. <--irrationally pleased

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[and did i mention pissed-ness? someone pet me. rm#2. since WHEN does dancing qualify as doing "something weird"? w.tf. H? (rm#2 to bf, unlocking door: she does something weird on saturdays. --oh. i guess she's not.) ok, and if she never sleeps here. why not keep the toiletries and clothes in bf's room? then she wouldn't have to come back here to shower.]

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just wanted to say, "hey, this song rocks! wow."

[edit: who the fuck is listening to bsb's first album with the volume all the way up?]