lyrics of the morning thus far!

i want a cheap way to get inside your head
and not a cheap way to get inside your bed

part of the chorus of this song is--

'you stopped us from killing each other.'

^.^

i didn't like what women want.

to do today!

.dr's apptmt
.daddy
.cvs

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i may have to friend angstslashhope.

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#nelly furtado apparently belongs to kmazzy; i guess this happened while i wasn't looking. hey esthero! hey, hey nell star! ::mumbles off::

#so that clique, the fandom is fucking funny one? just pushed my regency button. ::shiver:: ::looks about suspiciously:: dammit, don't make fun of me. i grew up on regencies. GOOD ones. georgette heyer rocks.

#hollsk, i keep forgetting to cap the tango shoes video. you NEED the internet back so you can remind me.

#i may or may not have drawn little hearts around 'property of cim so eat your hearts out bitches' on someone's arm. ::coughcough:: ::smug look::

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there were no packages in the mail today, but last night the parents of good ol' piercarlo down the hall were here and they did EVERY SINGLE DISH IN THE WHOLE KITCHEN. woot. so i made ramen with the communal saucepan and left it in the sink dirty. parents shouldn't be rewarded for babying their children this ridiculously (he's a college SENIOR and he KILLED MY MOUSE).

i told chelsea, my partner in the dishroom whose name i have finally remembered, and she is so fascinated she wants to come see whether the house 'actually exists.' have had more conversations. can now count her as a friendly acquaintance. have discovered that i sort of like work. not like enough to want to go, or to want to stay, or... yeah. but better than any of my classes. ^.^

sleeping trousers!

::jumps up and down, pirouettes::

i totally forgot about this.

i have another pair of pajama pants! i don't have to wear the dirty ones that adrienne liked so much until thanksgiving without washing them because i can't go without for two hours!

WHEE!

::puts them on::

and you know what? this icon? ::points:: is britney. ::whispers:: i have a thing. i LOVE THIS SONG.

i need... time, joy, i need space, love, i need... ME.

and this ghetto remix is pretty... um... ghetto.

ghetto

i've loved this song since it came out.

furthermore, why don't we ever hear anything else about vita?

and you know what? in kansas city they play it with lil' mo cut out (or rather, lil' mo is the remix, but the remixes of r&b that add another rapper are almost always better--witness 'survivor' with da brat and 'bootylicious' with missy elliot).

DON'T listen to the version without lil' mo.

and that house on the hill when you dropped like eighty
on a down payment
thinkin, 'damn, ain't life gravy?'
and ever since for my honey i been twice the lady
what would i do without the nights that you kept me warm
when this cold world had a girl caught in the storm?
and i accept when you riff when you're caught in the wrong
and respect when you flip cause our love is strong
and when you hit the block i watch for 10-4
and when my pop was asleep you snuck in the back door
cause baby boy, we've been down since junior high
so when life gets hot as july
it's the world against you and i

lotr kerfluffle update. and i've got footnotes on my fucking FOOTNOTES. ::giggle::

daisy_gamgee posts this today.

basically,

1.she doesn't want the kerfluffle called a debacle (<--note that i am obliging).
2.also it was her right yesterday to say 'shut the fuck up,' and
3. the criticism she has been receiving has consisted largely of personal attacks.*

also, in the comment threads following, there is advanced the notion that said criticism was motivated partially or wholly by jealousy.

*if you read the phrase 'not-so-anonymous' poster--this is not a quality of the poster's. the post was wholly anonymous; the poster's identity is now known because hir IP address was traced by andraste_oz.**

**you may remember her from yesterday's kerfluffle update. she was unfriended by some people recently and worries there may be a connection here.***

***o.O surely not!

i wish to melt into you

i wear white after labor day.

also before it.

i can't remember which one of those you aren't supposed to do...

and i don't actually own a white purse or hat or jacket, but i just thought i'd mention it.

at the goth club (the picture this icon is made of was taken that night), besides a naked girl wearing a v-string with a white fox tail on it, there was also another goth tourist like ourselves who wrote her number on hot jeff's arm, and she was wearing, like, charcoal pants from express and a pink tube top and an ankle-length white butterfly-printed gauze duster with pink trim.

no shit, PINK TRIM.

this album (bjork's vespertine) i've heard was recorded entirely on a mac. like, as in, imac. with software. and mixed. and stuff. some KILLER software there. @.@

am having some chattage with my daddy, which always cheers me, and that's one thing off the to-do list for today. also caught my stevie briefly and talked about the stupid!boys who were called, at various points in the conversation, motherfuckers, idiots, and some other stuff. numbwits. geez.

::mumbles off::

oh! am working on hp story. am going to write tonight, yesssssssss i am.

you're in my blood like holy wine; you taste so bitter and so sweet

Now Sirius was talking to Lily, standing behind Remus's chair. "What are Italian muggles like? If you eat in their restaurants so much."

"Well," said Lily solemnly, "I've heard the girls never wear stockings under their dresses."

Sirius looked suitably impressed.

"Makes you wonder about Italian witches," she continued cheerfully, and glanced down just in time to catch Remus rolling his eyes.

fic snipped. am tired. 9 am class...? ugh.