dreams

--of which i had an unruly confusion last night. there was captain picard and there was a woman from our church having an affair with him, a psychology class and breathing under water and my teacher of psychology from 11th grade, and these aquatic foxes and wolves, both of which were white. aliens, and a government takeover. spaceships. an infestation of something scary--like--spiny rainbow lizards?--at our house, and my mother was an earthworm (???) and crawled over one and it dissolved her, so i put the pieces of her on top of the dryer with a piece of string, to allow her to, um, come back together. wax was visiting and we put her in a guest room where the lights didn't work and she was locked in. i was supposed to go see a movie in a mobile home somewhere and i was late.

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Never try to inject drugs into Post-It notes.

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hollsk, what's going on? where aaaaaaaare yoooouuu?

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i need chocolate. ::grmph::

slipping through the cracks of floors i thought that were strong

most people are stupid and narrow-minded with bad taste. it makes life complicated, doesn't it? i don't know if that, by itself, is enough reason to dislike them, though. well, usually it's enough to make me dislike them, or at least be irritated with them, but it's probably not a GOOD reason to, eh. the fact that most people have bad taste should logically--it's always seemed to me--say something about things that are popular. like, they should automatically be bad. alas, it doesn't quite work that way. hm.

i just had some bread and honey and some mint tea. i feel absolutely awful today.

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i'm singing along with britney spears. hm. that always cracks me up. first album! this song is like crack, yo. i can't understand why it wasn't released as a single. and i know there's an awesome remix of it, but i can't find it anywhere. ::sigh::

heeeeeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

guh. it's SOHOT.

augh!

the love of you

so i have four potential snippets of writing, one which isn't available for public consumption, but including the following three of tennessee. (in the mountains, chattanooga).

( the storm, the deer in the road, the traffic jam )

so any comments or votes would be welcome.

whee.

that stereotype thing everyone's been doing has been rather amusing me. cute. it's going to be overdone by the end of the day, though, i think. i'm not going to do it. but i've got pats on the head for the people who have! o.O

hollsk is having a baby. i'm going to be an auntie. um, again, and again, not literally! but whee.

that's old news, but. eh. it wasn't MY news, so. ::bounce::

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for no apparent reason i'm miserable. oh, right. i'm hot and sweaty and i have a headache and my back hurts. and now i start sneezing. this chair is not very comfortable, either. erk. i want something cheering to read. i can't think of anything. bleah.

is it enough?

( cim's beautiful beautiful bookshelves )

the new centerpiece of the diningroom, my work: i painted them and arranged all the stuff on them. ::stretch::

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Nik is like a straightjacket - eidetic and full of clams.

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i need a 'which ghettohobbit/roomdweller are you?' quiz, to be taken by essentially no one, but it would be fun.

you see a squirrel. your immediate reaction is:
a. eee! help me! mommy!
b. hysterical laughter.
c. where's my bb gun/hunting knife/slingshot?
d. you don't see the squirrel because you're busy snogging.
e. why would you care about a squirrel?

the next door neighbor died and all her furniture is being sold in an estate sale. you want to:
a. go see if you can find someone to bite.
b. go there only if your girlfriend (or boyfriend) is going.
c. go pick up some cheap furniture to arrange.
d. go look for discontinued silver patterns.
e. go look for bb guns or hunting knives, or, failing that, ceiling fans. or sarongs.

you're hungry. you:
a. make some food.
b. just eat whatever you can find. it probably won't hurt you.
c. whine about it.
d. don't dare mention it, because you don't want anyone to make you make the food.
e. find a convenient table leg to gnaw on, or a piece of tin foil.

one of those lists of everyone on my friends list.

because i love you all so much:

( alphabetized, but not lj-user-equals-ized, cause i'm lazy )