dude! sweet!

horrible nightmares about high school and english teacher, and this huge, erm, maze of bathrooms. wax unwisely switched the blankets to give me hers and take the one i like, then complained of my blanket-stealing! silly girl! got up at 10 because she forgot she doesn't work until four. lily is cuddly when tormented, and tea is just adorable, crying and whining and squirming all over the place. such a nutty cat. she's always on the way to an important appointment to lick her left shoulder three times, then walk under the table and stop.

didn't you hear? she's irresistable. she told me herself.

smell of cooking onions! good! but this robbie williams song, no. don't like at ALL. otoh watched -singin in the rain- today, which always puts me in a good mood. ah, the cosimo. mm!

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also had nightmare that we found gjallarhorn's first cd, but it didn't have dejelil och lagerman either. and then one that i went home and no one would tell me where the new computer was.

moreharry/snape musings

wellllll, that was rather a bizarre one. and snape isn't right, but it could be worse. the plot's rather worth following alone, though i think that what with being generally unremarkable, this story would have been better shorter. you know, sort of like when the trailer's more interesting than the movie? oh god. am using movie examples. send help.

or viggo.

mmm.

and the archive again for my personal reference.

now that i know where you live i'd like to see your home.

a horribly mischaracterized exercise in schmoop with a surprisingly solid core may be found here. just remember: you're not looking for believability. it made me go all mushy at the end, all right? also, the evil lawyer in angel? bwahahahah.

cim thing: stress. meet claire. claire, stress! oh, you know each other?
fabricatedvoice: stress is the bane of my existence
cim thing: oops.
cim thing: so bad party company.
cim thing: ::shuffles stress behind back::
fabricatedvoice: hee


cim thing: er, claire... meet... boredom!
cim thing: boredom, meet claire.
fabricatedvoice: ah
cim thing: i see you've met as well.
cim thing: at least it's not the bane of your existence, though.
fabricatedvoice: heee
cim thing: the bad thing as that it tends to not be an exciting conversationalist.
cim thing: stress is all 'blah blah end of world cakes,' but really, that's just hype. boredom may be boring, but...

what is the purpose of a rubber duck? ooooh, kinky.

fabricatedvoice: i was scanning ljs and i found a fic with this pairing:
fabricatedvoice: Pairing: Duck!Dom; Dom!Lijah

cim thing: dom is a duck?
fabricatedvoice: i have no idea
cim thing: a... sub duck?
fabricatedvoice: no idea
cim thing: BWAHAHHAHAHAHAH

cim thing: DOM:QUACK
fabricatedvoice: oy oy oy
cim thing: LIJAH: DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?

cim thing: lijah: when i say you can come, you may come. the word will be... 'alabaster.' do you understand?
cim thing: dom: ::shakily:: quack...
fabricatedvoice: bwwahaahahahahhahahahahaa

edit:

CaraChapel: DUCK Dom.
CaraChapel: that's kinky.

ladies, move. gentlemen, move!

claire has officially proclaimed me (blush) the funniest EVA.

well, she doesn't know hollsk particularly well, which is, come to think of it, a pity. and speaking of holls,

happy birthday belatedly, and i love you and i have been thinking about you and chris and little wee sean and i miss you, and i am going to send you a late snail mail birthday thing instead of anything cool actually on time because i'm lame, but at least i do feel bad about it.

oh, look. eight minutes! until wax is due back. could be now. could be in half an hour. ::hums dischordantly:: ::jumps::

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and i've always wanted to know how to write LOTRIPS in dwarvish.

aquí vienen a dar todos los vientos, todos

de veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, pablo neruda
'juegas todos los días'

( Poema 14 )

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a really really good one. i daresay the best of harry/snape i've read. and really, the pairing doesn't have much good. wow. like, really a good one! i'm nearly... type-less.

wax says to do a little dance.

i am not speechless, no.

this sense of penetration with a headache is misleading. it's from muscles, or blood vessels.

wax is possessed by the inexplicable urge to read several hours' worth of bad unfinished harry/draco. with no room in the armchair with her, and my laptop out of batteries, i retreat strategically to the bed with a headache and a pen filched from granny's cup thereof in the kitchen.

daddy sent me a 'letter' today. his letters consist of a few lines and the reminder that i get my updates via email, lest i forget and think he has written nothing because i'm not worth it to him. also, about twenty little pages torn off a desk calendar--cartoons from the new yorker, and two retired far sides from his old office, which was nearly papered with such things and newspaper clippings.

two portraits of wax later in blue pen i tire of drawing from life and retreat into cartoony stylings. elves. and a dress pattern, sort of, and two musings on the baby blanket for hollsk's sean of our favorite Good/Evil OTP.

the playlist reaches its old school no doubt section.

a short stack of sour cream and onion pringles do nothing to cure the headache. i almost fall asleep. it has only been fifteen minutes when i look at the clock again. (i used to be able to tell you when all the periods of middle school began and ended. i vividly remember watching the clock through seventh grade biology, and ninth grade band practice.)

wax compared a particular bad h/d to david eddings today--'another body of bad writing i know little about,' i said. now she is reading the copy of the terry pratchett book she got out last week, when a chance snip of conversation reminded her of a line. she read the first chapter aloud at that time.

tea has been quiet all day, but lily's been noisy and whiny and inconsolable.

and my head still hurts.

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freaks. and, er. there's another word. a quote, a quote! my kingdom for a horse. what's going on, here? ::pokes brain:: should never have drawn. it does horrid things to you.