oh the shame

cim: i have all these real person slash bunnies for nimoy and shatner.
cim: *pummels her brain with a wet fish*
hollsk: Really?
cim: yes. *buries face in hands*
holls: *grabs a wet fish and helps*

gacked from hetrez

You don't have to give boys blowjobs for them to like you. If you do have to give a boy a blowjob for him to like you, that boy is an asswipe. If you give a boy a blowjob and he doesn't at least offer to respond in kind, that boy is an asswipe. If a boy says or implies that cunnilingus is dirty, wrong, or beneath him somehow, that boy is an asswipe. Tell him so. No, really. Go ahead. In ten years, you won't even know that boy anymore.--whoo.

also, i'd always appreciate some more data. i'm just saying. i know, i know. but. ...

SURREALISM, thy name is cim

oookay, i dreamed that next year i got sent back to seventh grade to take greek because i had not taken p.e. that year (seventh grade, that is). ( the rest of the long, surreal dream )

some things that you can't forget

so i reread the essay that this new one is supposed to be based mostly on. also the assignment and my brainstorming notes. then took a break and cleaned off my entire desk, made tea, put my books into neat stacks, applied moisturizer, wasted several tissues, edited playlist, closed the door, opened and closed it again, washed the plasticky remnants of ramen out of my plastic SUN! bowl. uhm. maybe i should actually do work now.

and i know what you want

(no subject)

poor squirrelmir.

DIE, printers, DIE

oookay, so.

paper was due at 4; i finished it at 3:56. tried to print it (which there wasn't time for, anyway) and discovered my printer was out of ink. wtf? both roommates offered the services of their printers, but rm#2 was about to leave so i used rm#1's. and it immediately seized up, claiming as its excuse a nonexistant paper jam. after unplugging and restarting the damn thing twice and getting 3/11 pages printed, i went to try rm#2's computer. told it to print once and... it didn't. for no apparent reason. back to rm#1 for the mo, and she had managed to print page 3 (as we had previously somehow ended up with two copies of page 2). her printer stopped working again. back to rm#2's computer (in her absence!), and when i told the printer to print again, the computer froze. greeeeaaaaat. finally rm#1's disgorged the rest of the paper. ran to english office, deposited it in her box after frantically searching for said box (cim's brain: oooooooh, it was in plain sight!)

*falls over asleep*

thank you!

thank you

to everyone who took my linguistics survey. i'll be posting results-related stuff, if you care to see it, by the end of the week (when the paper has to be done anyway).

...

tv: tomorrow night on friends, see the "first" that changed everything: the first baby.
roommate: i NEED to watch that.
cim: ...
tv: (as bill cosby): people try to leave this house and it keeps dragging them back! (laughter)
tv: sunday 8/9 central: the cosby show!
other roommate: oh i love the cosby show!
cim: ...

and there was light

o.O i think my motivation for writing fanfic is fading. ready for the big pool? ...hm.

maybe some more star trek too, or maybe i'll satisfy myself vicariously by betaing the fascinating convoluted products of the devious little slimy mind of my betamander.

WARNING!

this fic (not mine... alas... *cough*) is trying really, really, really hard to be bad. i'm not sure if you could try harder. and... it succeeds.

*coughcough* let's not tell you what we read to give us this idea.

there may or may not be a crossover between star wars and the simpsons after this cutaway set in middle earth.

( True Love Lives Forever )