rise, but don't shine

the last time i got to sleep as long as i liked was last sunday. mm. good.

and either some tree branches or a bird are having a horrible disagreement with the screen on my window. speaking of which, i dreamed something about a window and there was a big problem because there were two layers of glass in it... o.0

watched best in show last night. i want to know what happened to the busy bee.

heeeeee.

*looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.

What pisses you off?

Created by ptocheia

a quiz WORTH taking. from servwithasmile

1. What size shoe do you wear?

8.5 or 9.

2. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

way more than i actually wear. 3 pr black boots; brown boots; sneakers; 3 pr flipflops; pumps; 4 pr dress sandals; birkenstocks; embroidered canvas chinese mary janes. last year i threw away another, hm, four pairs? (so--fifteen.)

3. What type of shoe do you prefer (boots, sneakers, pumps, etc.)?

sexy ones to look at (strappy kitten heels); flip flops and sneakers to wear. i'm odd like that. i want to own beautiful clothes, but i want to WEAR pajamas.

4. Describe your favorite pair of shoes. Why are they your favorite?

my sneakers. they're aerosoles, styled like bowling shoes but with driving moccasin soles, red and white tweed with red leather trim. they're the cutest thing EVER.

5. What's the most you've spent on one pair of shoes?

the birkenstocks, my widdle babies (which are now, hum, three years old? and barely worn)[edit: barely worn-OUT; i've worn them more than any other three pairs i've ever owned], were about $150. next to that, the most i'll spend while in a sensible frame of mind as opposed to supreme shoe-lust is about $80 (two of the pairs of black boots, for instance, fall in that category).

weird coincidence of the day:

wax_jism lives, of all the univesities in finland, closest to åbo akademi in turku, where they speak swedish all the time and all of the children are above avg. etc. etc.

so was browsing pop_icons and stumbled across an icon posted by waxed (...) whose default icon is:



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ahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahhhhhhhahahaha.

(no subject)

went to pop_icons and was distracted by the sparkly, so i'm going to fulfill a request there and post some thora birch and things to mah baby iconsensual before i try to read any spanish literature, (there's a limit of 30 min at a time on that, after which i'm required to write fun happy baby!sirius and remus kissing in the mud--wax_jism, instead of dreaming about that, i dreamed that someone was demanding that i make she-ra icons, and also there was no sex. am miffed.)

punctuation

one '.' is a period. it indicates the end of a sentence.

three '.'s are called an ellipsis and they indicate the trailing off of an idea, as opposed to the finality of a period.

THERE IS NO TWO. two of this '.', two little dots, DON'T MEAN ANYTHING.

people who can't punctuate should DIE.

so can i give bush the kid gloves? not sure he'd know how to handle them.

in a duel between hussein and bush, who would win? and does hussein get to use a double, cause i don't think that's fair, i mean... bush doesn't have any doubles. what about if cheney duels for him? he was in the army. oh the angst! ::sniffle::

::falls on the floor laughing again::

and go read hollsk's latest post, about her art teacher. makes me nostalgic too. ::wipes away a tear::

j. crew and lands' end tried to SEDUCE me, but i beat them off with a stick--biotches.

"My breasts have never done anyone any harm, while [Osama] bin Laden's war has caused thousands of v

on the subject of the last post, bananasrock thinks i should definitely write bush/cheney now, and ninglor found the article.

cim thing: and imagine the sex the night before!
cim thing: 'oh, but i might lose you!'
Queen of Normal: You should write B/C slash
cim thing: 'georgey, we HAVE to go'
cim thing: 'i know that, dickey. i know. it's for the good of the party--' ::strokes cheney's head::
Queen of Normal: Just.
Queen of Normal: Don't say anything about their cocks.

so like--fifty paces and turn?

or are we dueling with swords?

so the seconds, do they stand at the corners and say if it was fair, or is it their job to call the carriage after, and the doctor rushes over. and cheney is dabbing at bush's arm with his own ruined neckcloth, and bush is croaking, "dickey..."

"you'll be fine, just don't talk," cheney says.

it's raining! and dickey was too upset. he snaps at bush's valet (who's the valet--that rumsfeld guy perhaps--every now and then they do a kinky threesome or four), "well, what are you standing about for? where's the carriage, damn you!"

so bush has been WOUNDED but not KILLED, right, so hussein wins.

which means he gets to do... o.O what?

deepsix: Maybe a sword for Bush and a rocket grenade launcher for Hussein. But then there'd be nothing left for Dickey to dab at, so maybe not. Because there NEEDS to be dabbing and calling for the carriage and such.

If Hussein won, maybe he would. hmm. I don't even KNOW. Get to take home his beautiful bride, ie. Kofi Annan?

me: ...! i've got it! maybe he gets rumsfeld!

cim thing: c/b!
cim thing: it sounds like a disease!
cim thing: it IS a disease!
Queen of Normal: Pleeeeeeease write a story. It'll be fun!
cim thing: the leader(s) of the free world: one disease and one brain cell between them.

die standing or live on my knees

thora birch icons here in iconsensual.


japanese girl art icons also in iconsensual--ripped off, partly, from aeslis--here.


i feel kind of like both of those currently, but i'm not uploading either one. bwahahaha... ::trails off miserably:: ::sniffles:: ::curls up in a ball::

when we were... hm. 12 or so,

which would mean ::gets out calculator:: 1993 or 1994, and were camping possibly at mt nebo state park, arkansas, my aubry composed this little song and dance that has just crept back into my head.

we're steamy*, we're sexy**, we're oh-so-hot***, ::hand-clapping motions::
we're favorite cousins--too bad! you're not!
awwwwwww...
break it on down, ::hip-swishy motions::
ride it, ride it, ::yeah::
slip it, slide it, ::sort of like in 'the electric slide,' only while walking from bathhouse to campsite::
favorite cousins, yeah,
you got it ::wink, pointing forward:: ::lots of giggling::

you'll note the *, ** and ***. these are because i cannot remember what the words actually were. my brain INSISTS on steamy and sexy and hot, but i don't think, somehow, that that's what 12-yo aubry came up with. well, maybe hot (as it rhymes with 'not,' and for the life of me i can't think what else could go there). but. yeah.

oh, and? today marked the one-week anniversary of hair-dyeing. the water still ran red through my whole shower, and the bathtub, which still doesn't drain, is mostly full right now of reddish brownish bloodyish looking swirly suds. heh.