for some reason, when i should be composing haiku, lightbulb-changing jokes are popping into

--my head instead. in other news? lalala no stomach upset. ::kick::

when did it become so obviously fall? i mean. the tree outside my window if i lean forward in my desk chair is the color of she-ra's hair. er. the leaves are. the ground is covered with more the color of orange highlighter or of the little pools of expensive streetlamp light on the wet street.

how many haiku does it take to change a lightbulb?

( i don't know. how many? )

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bitchiness is cool if you're bitching with me at people i don't agree with. and it's cool when aimed at me if you're lame but not if i feel some sort of obligation to listen to you!

okay. hrm. something is clearly wrong with this opinion, but my subconscious is clinging to it desperately.

no, really, SOME day i will be logical.

okay, and i'm my mother's daughter, maybe i can fix the toilet. i... have a vague idea of how toilets work. or i could call my mom (at 7 am her time, when dad is visiting me without her, when she's still pissed off that i get along better with him, hahahahahaha).

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( how many post-feminists does it take to change a lightbulb? )

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living in a house with five boys, i unclog the fucking toilet.

what fucking use are they, then?

oh, right, they carve pumpkins.

off to shower, empty the trash, and remove the cool pseudo-petri-dish boy!socks from the living room windowsill.

that's right. the time has come. ::blows nose::

if i get a cold, at least i'll have been taking my vitamin c drops!

it's parents' weekend at the college!

now if you trip over a limousine on the town common, you'll know why! i'm going to empty the trash.

[edit: ahahahaha. a gray-haired daddy of a boy housemate is standing over the tub which doesn't drain, staring fixedly at the result of my washing out a) more hair dye and b) lots of styling products, namely, a tub full of a sort of red-rust-brown dye-colored dirty water. the expression on his face... poor daddy! go hide in your bmw. hahahahahahaha.]

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made cookies, which are now sitting on paper plates stacked on their tin on my desk. i was quite determined to do this. stomach's been uncertain all afternoon, though, since consumption of two of them, and now i feel vaguely nauseated and bleh! ate avocado rolls and clear soup; miraculous green tea failed to cure all my ills and my stomach revolted in all its force. the smell of the aforementioned cookies is now making my throat twitch ominously. i'm NOT going to throw up, thank you. ::kick:: and we wanted to see a movie in half an hour, but who knows now. >.<

i live in anticipation of the day when we all have wireless internet implants in our heads, and thus never have to leave our computers! ::sigh::

am using default icon to make me feel snuggled, because i think i need it.

i really don't get the cheese thing. i'm sure it will be explained in great detail later, however.

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dear stomach,

yes, those are cookies, and no, you are not hungry.

this sparkly_girls community is useful. it's closed-membership, but you can dl the entire christina album there, plus they've got lots of pictures and icons and this mood theme which seduced me for the time being, as shadowleopard has not yet finished the animated clex one.