what if i'm a mermaid in these jeans of his--?

femmeslash plot bunnies, btw, were rampant. the new she-ra/frosta has half written itself. it will be bleak, throughout, i think, but with a happy ending. going to use britney lyrics. dammit, i don't care what anyone else says, i LIKE the first verse of "let me be.". little sis is crying and must be comforted. thinking about sex in airport was entertaining. ...wait. when is thinking about sex NOT entertaining? ...okay. REALLY going to bed, now. must clean room, do laundry, go shopping, bake cookies tomorrow: oh and clinique bonus, perhaps, mentioned by evilprettykitty, in which case, perhaps can talk mom into buying it for me. hm hm. oh yay, with the happiness. my puppy says "hmmm" to everybody and does not object to having his ears stroked. i love him soooo much. much with the happiness. PUPPY! my PUPPY! yay.

the way you sparkle when the sun touch[es] you

five hours of sleep again. what the fuck? also: incoherent murmur of radio from the next room at 7 am on a saturday morning.

dreamed rm#1's bf was visiting and she brought a gangsta rapper to the room to introduce to both of us. "this is buff," she said, and he said,

"yo, i don't need no introduction."

so i, of course, said, "well, actually, you might with me, because i'm not sure exactly who you are--what's your song?"

er. right. my dog woke me up by walking away, but when i called him, he curled up behind my knees, which, i have no compunction about observing, is clearly the ideal way to sleep.

fashion cop

my parents used to call me that, after a character in nicole hollander's sylvia comic strip.

currently, every article of clothing i own is dirty with the exception of costumes and underwear and the "phf" shirt from the ex, so i am wearing a witch costume (and underwear, yes), having rejected wax's suggestion of t-shirt and panties (well, the dog jumps on me and he has long toenails).

so: cookie-baking as disney's maleficent (you know, from sleeping beauty)? why not?

cookies

cookies have been baked, and it's over 80 degrees in our kitchen right now--i had to take another shower (that's 28* C, for freaky non-americans). aunt and uncle have arrived.

my mom was supposed to be working this morning. my dad went in their bedroom and found her lying on the bed staring at the floor next to it.

him: are you OK?
her: i was going to work but i couldn't find anything, so i gave up.

... ... ... ahahahaha! this is why i miss my family when i'm gone. that and, like, dog, hugs, food, free stuff.

they say time is made of memories

i am bleeding. hmph. bleeding. how annoying.

i want airconditioning.

ICONS FOR ALLY

hey, ally, choose your favorites. (you can have three, so i made you six so you have a good selection. )

( iconnage )

dinner and lack thereof?

oops. putting shrimp in the freezer is bad.

sigh. i hate it when my dad gets as irritable as i usually am. : \ geez, i'm SORRY.