numerically speaking

# of things cim almost walked into on the way to the bathroom just now: 5 (doorframe, door, bookshelves in hall, corner, doorframe, door)

# of hours until cim has to get up: 7

# of icons made today: ummm... 20? or something.

# of pages due wednesday: 20, and # written: 0. (which doesn't look emphatic enough. it needs a little slash through it)

# of kisses tonight: hmmm. 4 or 5 from naina, one from holls, one from my sister (but that doesn't count). this is only partially my fault. i hate junk mail.

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to everyone: not that i'm saying not to join hp_graphics, but apparently there's also an hp_icons that doesn't list "harry potter icons" in its interests. (d'oh.)

join both. ::shifty eyes::

stargate icons

made for my beloved naina, but she doesn't want all of them. if anyone would like one, most of the captions can be changed.

naina's for sure:


( there are a lot more, but. um. loading time, you know. c'mon. look. )

i don't have any desire to watch stargate, but i have to say that 1) these boys are pretty, and 2) there are some really nice (aesthetically) captures out there.

hard lovin, straight thuggin, bitch, i ain't doin' this shit for nothing

QOTD from my favorite uncle:

(on florida's most recent elections):

'can't say florida without DUH.'

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i have a clear memory of when my aunt and uncle arrived, saying, 'oh, i haven't taken my medicine yet!' and no memory of having taken it. i was quite worried that i had not. however, i DO remember taking the second medicine last night, which means there should have been half a pill left in the bottle if i didn't take it this morning. i took the 20 mg of antidepressant and then opened the anti-anxiety one--and discovered that--all the pills were whole.

does that mean i just took double the dose of prozac, and holy shit, what will that do to me? you're supposed to go up in 5 mg increments. ::nervously eats crackers::

furthermore i have a new layout, but the kinks are still being worked out of it. still tatu, just brighter and more cheery. and my favorite aunt and uncle left, but not without buying me a tshirt that says FBI and another one that says it's not easy being a princess. wax_jism? see, you were worried that i had none and now i do. pictures will be forthcoming, er, sometime. of me, not them, because i forgot my disposable camera.

am doing laundry. blew more $ on posters. saw fuschia in her new store, modernmyths. she and her husband are delightful and their store is nice and cute. resisted the urge to buy (elsewhere) (1) a very convincing gryffindor scarf and (2) a sherlock-holmes-wide plaid hat (in color, not in styling, which was more 20s).

the acquisition of the princess shirt

me: I HAVE TO HAVE THIS!
cherrie: want me to get it for you?
me: i'm going to get it.
cherrie: but if you want me to i'll get it for you.
me: ::looks at cherrie:: you already bought me a shirt.
cherrie: but i would buy you another one.
me: you shouldn't, though.
cherrie: you're so cute ::hugs and kisses me::
me: welllllllllll. if you did you couldn't tell my mom.
cherrie: i never tell your mom when i buy you things anyway.
me: i shouldn't let you.
cherrie: i want to get it for you.
me: ... ... ... okay.
cherrie: joe, we're getting this for cim! but we're not telling sheila!
joe: ::looks blank:: of course not.

two miles in my shoes; two more till you've got to choose

my new favorite line--of celebration, that is--is praise you, psymon, and praise the lord!

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if anyone's forgotten--the fuckers KILLED MY MOUSE.

::goes to hide their shampoo::

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and a happy, happy birthday to andraste_oz, too.

maybe that's the way it goes, or maybe not, but even so,

my favorite person in the universe is my cousin, aubry, an incredibly talented poet and singer.

two hands on my thighs
two more covering your eyes
why don't you open your mouth and say what you've been thinking?
why don't you?

( lyrics )

part iv of 'muertos de sed,' pg, pretty clean

the rest here.

emma watson's mother is standing with a drink between elijah and the door for long enough for him to mentally phrase ten things that would be progressively stupider to say to dan, who, hair unruffled except by the wind and shirt still tucked in, is a few yards away. well, actually, calling them ten things is a bit generous, as they all boil down to -- he doesn't know what. the same thing, he's sure. 'when will i see you again' and 'who are you, really' and 'i think you remind me of someone' and 'can i call you? but not like that.' all rolled into one.

( you know you want it )