and it all comes down to--

thechaosdiva--having power brownouts which are somehow also taking out the t3 lines intermittently, so aim can't re-establish its connection? i suspect the mousefuckers, but what can you do? ah hell. going to bed. ::drinks tea:: goodnight, austin, texas, wherever you are! [edit: oh yeah. well, goodnight anyway--.]

drawing those little painstaking cartoons in psp--you know, lines and pixel-wide brushes and freehand hair and such with a laptop touchpad--takes way way longer than the plain text icons. hm. am being seduced by the formula, perhaps. made two today just for fun, when i could bet my drinking a goblet of arsenic against the possibility that either of their recipients would ever upload them (for vastly different reasons, granted).

i wonder if grudge-holding is hereditary, and if so, whose i'll inherit? da-ji doesn't, because other things are more important to worry about. it's all, you see, for the sake of expediency. life is happier if you don't hold grudges. and indolentdragon, the mommy, does. porquoi? um. a question that some of us have spent twenty years or more dissecting... but the inner shrink (tm) suspects gnawing insecurities prevent insults from being forgotten. if you get an apology, can you ever know that they meant it and isn't it still an indicator of something horribly wrong if [person x] is capable of doing [thing y] which is not only horribly and horribly OBVIOUSLY [adjective], but so fundamentally contrary to your personal beliefs that anyone who knew you should AUTOMATICALLY not do it, and [person x] is supposed to know you. do they not care about your feelings, or what?

[high school english teacher] yeah, EVERYTHING has a deeper meaning. ^.^ [/english teacher]

ode to a dead bug on the bathroom floor

why, hello, little bug,
with your wings and slender legs askew
i find you
like a fallen leaf
on the white tiles between my toes.
who can have taken
your bugly breath
and left you so cruelly
to decompose in plain sight?
if they had two like sexual chromosomes
i will be very much surprised.

tell me why you're here and who you are

hum. i dreamed that i went to versaphile. message?

you know what i hate? old science fiction art, where there's the spaceship arrowing proudly across the composition and casting a shadow behind it onto the starfield. er, yeah. no.

ellen_fremedon is talking about meta-ness (not exactly, but indirectly--putting her life into a story and then putting the story into her life--yes, i hear that) and the sheer mind-boggling recursiveness of that sort of meta--especially when you're deeply depressed or wildly moodswingy--is just terrifying. of course it's also like a loose tooth or a scab. you wouldn't stop picking at it for anything.

my parents totally need to buy the extended dvd for me, although i'm with cara_chapel: ::bites pj:: no more haldir, dude. 2 minutes or whatever was PLENTY. much spoilerage of it was posted in the journal of brandybuck recently, so go there and squee muchly. go forth and squee? something like that. maybe i'll upload a squee icon. tralalalala.

also, see here for discussion of Elijah Wood's Hypothetical Very Very Gay Christmas courtesy of camillafarfalla and her drunken roommates, based on the Elijah Wood is Very Very Gay parodysite of DOOM. does anyone know where this is? anyone? ::hopeful look::

BUGS AND BOYS UPDATE

1. the bug is gone.

2. the housemates have:
---consumed 7 out of 12 of the eggs my daddy bought me
---opened and started to consume my bread
---left the bread bag open in the refridgerator, the twist tie NOWHERE IN SIGHT, so the bread could get stale faster

3. now the bread lives in my room.

4. and i just misspelled 'refrigerator.' fantastic.
the end.

let them break their hold on me? ^.^ (the icons? muahahhaah.)

just switched out a bunch of the icons, including this one--she replaced pink after all, anne. oh well. and a new she-ra and two new tshirt icons including one about gushing. now i'm going to take a nap. then, essay. ::rubs eyes::

tralala

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what a surprise! [insert cim's shocked face] my back HURTS. ugh, going to lie down, paper later. you know, this song is cute. and! gip #2.

open notice to 'jenny from the block' lovers--

1. sparkly_girls is closed, ie you have to email the maintainer, but it's a great source for pop girls stuff.

2. have many screencaps of this video. icon requests?

(and gip #3)

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last gip, and you know, maybe i don't want that tshirt icon after all. i'll upload one of jlo or mandy moore or something. after i nap. when did stuff start sucking this much? ::racks brain:: ::gives up::

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yeah. hm. this is my favorite of the new icons. kick ass, she-ra. i'm too tired to. ...i can't understand ani's lyrics. whenever i want to know them it involves a web search. annooooooooooooooooying. also! one of my best friends from middle school, fading into a sort of subsidiary friend later, was born in boston. dad went to harvard. mom said 'coffee' cutely. graduated from girl scouts with me at the same time, finally, with just the 6 of us left in the troop. 'ralph' was her favorite word for vomiting. and she used it a lot. heh. we take what scraps of joy we can, eh, phineasjones? ;)

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where the fuck does my status bar keep going.

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[the] boys [in my house] really do STINK.

ew. could they not make the hall stink? --apparently that's beyond them. >.< i'm going to try to fix dinner. holding my nose all the way, mind.

--this is NOT a good night for food. the housemates have nearly used up my butter. meanwhile, the spanish rice burned to the bottom of the pan (it's now soaking). and then i spilled salt in my bowl, and even though i threw that part away, it ALL tastes very salty now. my stomach is not happy with this. have nearly finished the white bread (downside of keeping it in here so the boys can't steal it).

ew. note to self: do not add salt to spanish rice. EVER.

i like the good things in life

i suck.

i slept even more today than yesterday. still no sign of fever or really special cold symptoms but still feel really kind of like shit. have been, bleh, drowsy and lethargic and, well, sore and stuff and emotionally unpredictable all day and just now my stomach is confirming that, whatever else i may be, i am NOT totally well, thank you.

dear stomach,

bite my ass.

yours truly,
cim

mesmerize you when he's tongue-tied simply with those eyes

seven reasons why the x-box can suck it.

ahahah. got here following links gacked from libertyginger; padawans should be particularly interested.

::cough::

and for wax_jism, people who like david lynch movies are idiots. ahahahah. I can just imagine those drooling idiots watching Mulholland Drive: "wow.. this is a great movie... I wonder if I can find any crayons to chew on."

this town is a song about you

dear hormones,

bite my fucking ass and go straight to hell. er, hello there? nice, good hormones. please don't eat me. i really haven't done anything to you. good hormones. pretty hormones. let's be friends... shall we? ::pets gingerly::

FUCK YOU much adoration,
cim