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i dreamed that i went to visit my friend sara munro at wellesley. when i arrived and was trying to find her, i was hanging about in a big administrative building, where donna (from tww) was the secretary, and she was registering me for prefrosh weekend stuff. then a lot of people showed up for some kind of sporting event, and they put a step stool on the floor and two girls would climb up the stairs (on both sides. look, i don't know) and put their arms up in the air and flail, trying to reach each others' heads. wellesley won. they were wearing rugby shirts. donna had to stand and cheer for them before she could register me. then both teams went to the window to look out at the garden, where a little ring full of plants was also full of a family of gigantic bullfrogs. and then my dad was there, and he insisted on looking for sara in her dorm even though donna knew where she was going to be and it wasn't in her dorm. there was an outdoor escalator, and when i finally caught up to dad sara caught up to us soon after and grabbed me. she and her friend had been wandering about in a graveyard because, as she said, it was 'so pretty!' and she insisted that i come.

i never sleep normally. in my sleep i always think my dog is in bed with me, and i always wake up sort of woozily holding my feet still to give him room, and only after remember.

'peace on earth' was all it said

damned fruit flies.

discovered, when i went shivering down the hall this morning, that someone, even though the ground is covered with snow, had turned the thermostat back down to under 65. under. 65. what the fuck.

don't want to call in sick, because i need the money and i'm not that tired. but no, i must, because i am all germy and contagious and sneezing and coughing on the clean dishes is frowned upon by dining halls and public health boards the world over.

what is with people needing to eat anyway? honestly. ::grumblegrumble::

and thanks to bandwidth issues at the host sites for krabbypatty and secret_angel, the mods over at sparkly_girls, the christina mood theme has had to be taken down at least for the month. people were downloading without telling them, so they weren't able to keep track of the bandwidth. meh.

we are beautiful

made two more icons for my cute little mommy. a manet and a cassatt painting, both of women in gardens. ::pets the cute little mommy:: she'll be excited. this is the kind of thing that excites her. watch her tell me about those paintings in detail when she sees them. (unless she was already thinking about something else at the time.) :D she's a middle school art teacher. so adorable! ::rolls around:: and my puppy. oh hey.

psa: cim is going to see mommy, daddy, lilly, the puppy, and all three kittens this friday. not to mention harry potter, shortly followed by her hair dyed a better color, two couples of cute gay boys for dinner, and her favorite little precious babysitting darlings for thanksgiving dinner. EEE!

whee. no work, making food, preparing to novel-write, waiting for thechaosdiva.

arwen/liv tyler

these are arwen and liv mixed rather indiscriminately. you're free to alter them for yourselves as you see fit. i'll do simple customizations as well. a few samples:


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yay for oatmeal with brown sugar and orange tea. boo for doing work.

uh, yeah. ::curls up::

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love is a piano dropped from a four-story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time

strong on my own

the boys keep coming into the bathroom while the ceiling is dripping like mad and moving the recycling bin from under the edge of the sink where the drips fall, thus ensuring that the whole floor will turn into a giant puddle with bits of grime floating in it, deeper, of course, around the toilet because the floor is uneven, the sort of horrid morass in which flies, ladybugs and other innocent creatures drown, not to mention baby mice if we still had any left alive. also, i put the bin there yesterday while mostly asleep; it was the first thing i could find, so i didn't fish the glass bottle out of it. and yesterday night? there was another glass bottle. i can just see the train of thought: where's the recycle bin? oh that's right--in the bathroom! well, i'll just carry this in there then. ::drop:: ::splash::.

what i want to know is this. WHY DO THEY MOVE IT? DO THEY WANT TO RUIN THE FLOOR?

fun with webcams!

( fun with tiara! )

hahahahah

gacked from libertyginger. user info for catrobertson.

Bio: evangelical catchristian fundementalist meow congregation meow gxd's people meow, no gays, no feminazis, no meow babykillers, only true catchristians meow need apply. anxiously awaiting meow catkind's final judgement, praise catjesus meow. donations meow humble offerings meow help us spread the gospel meow also want new suv meow. toll-free meow & prayer meow volunteers are waiting for your meow.

return address on phone bill: hicksville, NY. surprised, anyone?

tis the season
for holiday greetings.
can't find the number?
don't lose any slumber
dial 411
and we'll find it for you.
happy holidays!

so who's coming to hicksville with me and the flaming bludgeon? mamahooch? ::adjusts tiara::

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Mmmmmmmmmm-wax_jism.

Wax Jism-Lickin' Good.

Wax Jism, Take Me Away.

and possibly my favorite:

Spreads Straight from the Wax Jism.

oooh-kay. hrm. don't know what to think of this, really?

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i'd've thought playful for sure. ^.~

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dear self,

hello. this is your second warning. let's call it a 'friendly reminder,' for the sake of argument. REMEMBER THAT WORK YOU HAVE TO DO?

fumingly,
cim

it's time for another episode of good idea, bad idea.

the physical plant guys were here today making noise in the hallway, and the result is the light fixture lying on the floor in the hall, exposed wires in the ceiling, and the lights, needless to say, off. there's another fixture in the room, but they've taped over the switch, which controls both, and the room's pitch black. i put my nightlight in there, and followed my parents' suggestion of thumb-tacking a string to the ceiling near the water source to direct the drips down into the receptacle set up for them. by 'string' i mean 'piece of navy blue coat thread' (anyone got any dark-colored buttons they want sewn on? i've only got six more pages over here to write).

at this time last night i was making icons. the only possible explanation for this is 'brain damage,' but i prefer to discard that one as well and say it's impossible and must not have happened. because my feet are cold, i believe i'll put on my slippers now.