tell the northern lights to keep shining

have stayed up sufficiently late that my stomach is quite upset, discovered a half decent holmes/watson writer, and seen ttt. and insulted my mother. it has been established that we're not going to see it again this week, apparently. because we have to throw things away so the house will be clean for cuddlepint's birthday party. forgive me if i'm less than delighted.

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skip 120. wtf. hello? maybe should go to bed. nah. ugh. meh. mrf.

give it up

my hand is cold and sore; random bits of my back are itchy; and my stomach makes weird pains when i move. or breathe. or. whatever. no, i don't know. it has to do with hunger and the lack thereof and the suckiness of medication and essentially, precious, i am just missssserable. um, wait, there was one more thing, wasn't there. oh, bloody hell, i don't remember. oh, and now the hand's cramping too. i'm getting withdrawn. withdrawal. no, both, they're two separate things. but i *do* need sleep. getting weepy and irritable. can feel it happening. let's let this pros story have a happy ending to balance the wit-dulling mediocrity of that last holmes/watson, shall we?

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oh fuck.

and we drink till we're drowning

and the ocean said, 'what are you trying to find? i don't care; i'm not kind. i have bludgeoned the sailors and i've spat out their keepsakes.'

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well, was awakened by the evilitude that only a daddy can truly create or comprehend at 10.30 am to retrieve the dead (now live) car from the car place, pick up lillian and drive her home. he took the other car to mom's school and left it and walked, and supposedly there's an expectation of thunderstorms (it's already pouring) and a possibility of tornados this afternoon. lovely.

i only slept 8 hours.

good morning.

needed:

special painkillers for intense pangs of adoration. must have as few unpleasant side effects as possible.

so lillian annoyed me by demanding the phone and then forgetting to tell me she was done, but the end result was that i got my third-to-last scene completely written, and we're within a sneeze of that elusive 50,000 word watermark on Thing, the sirius/remus novel. i'm waiting for word from the daddy on whether to come pick him up or not--i may have to cave and get off the internet and call him. for that i'd have to find my purse because i don't know his new phone number either, and i don't know where my purse is.

but he thinks maybe we can see ttt again tomorrow night. i'd rather see it without mom, but he pointed out that would just make her needlessly angry. good point. ::awards him a gold star:: maybe some time soon i'll get off my ass and write some impressions or a review or something, not that i'm likely to say anything entirely new.

tonight i went running through the screendoor of discretion

i have just consumed a fair to middling quantitiy of white chocolate--wise, not wise? hmmm. you be the judge.

definitely wise: agreeing to make sugar cookies for the daddy-pie's work tomorrow. or, well, he wanted pumpkin bread, but the specific request was just for 'baking' and cookies are easier and more fun to decorate. so that's that, eh.

EEEEEE TICKETS ARE IN MY HOT LITTLE HAND.
( ttt verdict, possibly more spoilerifficness later, for now i'm kind of not-inspired )

highlights of the article:

Hundreds of Iranian and other Middle East citizens were in southern California jails on Wednesday after coming forward to comply with a new rule to register with immigration authorities only to wind up handcuffed and behind bars. ...

A spokesman for the Immigration and Naturalization Service said no numbers of people arrested would be made public. A Justice Department spokesman could not be reached for comment. ...

One activist said local jails were so overcrowded that the immigrants could be sent to Arizona, where they could face weeks or months in prisons awaiting hearings before immigration judges or deportation. ...

The arrests were part of a post Sept. 11 program that requires all males over 16 from a list of 20 Arab or Middle East countries, who do not have permanent resident status in the United States, to register with U.S. immigration authorities. ...

abc article here linked by nemoricultrix.

GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS COUNTRY.

funny!

i made the quotelist for november of the lovely and talented mcee. man, i'm funny. and a lot of other people are even funnier! check it out!

lotr boys and the excessive public displays of affection

wax_jism: Sean just kissed Elijah on the frickin mouth on E! News. everyone's embracing the Side of the PDA.
cim thing: maybe they decided to fight back against the fangirls.
BabyBlueWax: or maybe they were just giddy.
cim thing: 'if we're all excessively innuendo-laden and cuddly they won't be able to read into ALL of it without believing we're all fucking each other simultaneously in a large pink room filled with incense, pillows, and precious moments illustrations interpreted photographicopoetically by viggo!'
BabyBlueWax: well, we can believe that, too.
BabyBlueWax: no problem.
BabyBlueWax: bring it on.
cim thing: whhhoooooooooo baby!
BabyBlueWax: we've got ukcalico to write the novelisation.
cim thing: muahahha.

...and so it was.

lust spam part 2

viggo needs to be in more movies in a stubbly and wounded fashion, with a large phallic symbol and dirt and untidy hair.

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if i hear 'windy' one more time i will SCREAM.

::looks at watch:: expect a scream in three or four minutes.

also: MEH.

thank you.

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some of these stories, like, wtf. are as bad with the fancy and the want and the love and the IN LOVE love as a goddamned elementary school (i know you like him and i know you REALLY LIKE him, sure, but do you LIKE like him?).

like you could diagram it. fancy's a pale pink and want's a pale blue, and love can be cyan or magenta, and IN LOVE is royal purple. it's only a matter of time before the pressure of heat+vigorous shaking with the crucial ingredients of fancy+love explode into the result of IN LOVE. can't argue, mate. just a natural progression.

oh, for god's sake.

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