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huh. kate moss kind of looks like johnny depp.

and my little puppy is just atrociously unbearably adorable. the little noises he makes! aww!

!!!

in other news, i have never seen a group like fandom_wank for unashamed hissing and spitting matches. i mean, on most lists people make an attempt to pretend to be polite, or at least get smacked down by everyone else if they haven't. there it's a point of pride not to, apparently, because a perfectly normal message will end with something like 'and finally please get your head out of your ass and stop bitching.'

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contractor has taken to storing his hat on our deck, either that or he forgets it every day. possibly he doesn't need it ... wherever else.

also, wax has gone to work! at 4 pm! how dare she!

WOW

this disco remix of beautiful is GREAT.

anyone want? i could transfer it via aim.

the sunshine is NOT shining, folks.

i've got to start indexing posts to iconsensual once a day again. possibly a good first-in-the-morning activity.

harlan ellison/the joker slash

HARLAN ellison. HARLEY quinn.

coincidence? maybe.

muahahaha. (why isn't 'diabolical' a mood?)

exactly what you want

people who are too self-absorbed or self-righteous--or delusional--to accept what i have to say have called me insane before, naturally. you don't imagine these things might be true. you don't listen to the doubts others have, and if you doubt yourself, you don't open your mouth about it. but frankly, i wasn't in the habit of wasting time with that kind of thing. the last time i hadn't known exactly what i wanted?

i woke up in a dark and close room, alone and, it seemed to me, bound to a chair. 'where am i?' i asked myself, but i didn't expect an answer.

'relax,' mocked the black mouth of the doorway, in my own voice and a lilting sing-song. 'you'll like it here.' and then my voice laughed, and when i tensed and shook my arms, i found i wasn't bound to the chair at all, only sitting in it. i walked closer and closer and closer to the black door, cautiously. at first the only sound was the whispering of my feet on the floor; and then i thought i heard an echo--but that was ridiculous, unless the room were a part of some large cavern. closer, closer, and i thought i could catch glimpses of someone in the murky distance in the doorway, just a pale flash, eyes, teeth.

i didn't want to speak.

but when i reached the doorway, it was a black mirror, and i was looking into my own waxy sweat-beaded face. i reached to take off my glasses.

in the mirror, i was smiling--until the whitest, slenderest, longest hands i'd ever seen came up to cover my eyes. but for those milky hands it was as black in the room outside as behind my eyelids. i tried to turn around, and the body attached to them appeared. arms like steel bands, a whisper of breath on the side of my face--a rigid body, as unnaturally slender and long as the hands, taut with corded muscles, pressed along the line of my spine. ( Read more... )

gip.

amelie, made by guinevere33.

wax is being adorably difficult. so would someone else define 'besserwisser' oed style, with the etymology and whatnot?

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wouldn't a 'bad minion! no cookie!' icon be fun*?

alas, it's v/ important to be nice to one's minions, besides which, none of mine have given any indications of misbehavior ::passes hugsnkisses a cookie::.

*in the home decorating tv show sense

what kind of lyric is 'swimming forever in my head'?

someone needs to make a, like, relationship faq. 'is this acceptable behavior?' with a 'yes' and 'no' column.

i mean, someone other than cosmo and seventeen and woman's day.

also, there are not enough livejournal moods. call me miffed.

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being productive feels good, doesn't it? today i have:

driven lillian to school,
showered,
made myself lunch,
mailed a bunch of stuff,
faxed a letter,
finished completely with the finland application,
written a ficlet,
picked lillian up at aftercare,
remembered a song i wanted to download,
applied makeup and taken it off again.

not that they are *all* accomplishments; but they all feel like it.

edit: and just now refrained from snapping my mom's head off twice in a row when she was 1) insulting and 2) insulting AND boring AND argumentative (all at once).

it makes me cheery, energetic, unusually talkative, more creative, and more likely to continue doing productive things. but it's no fun being productive by yourself. you need someone who you at least don't MIND spending time with (read: no member of my immediate family qualifies) to talk to. and really having a conversation cut off is sucky. pretty much all the time. (nonsensically, it sucks less with an apology even if you have no particular cause to suspect the person is really sorry.)

if you shine a bright light at a white screen and hold up a finger in front of it, you cast a finger-shaped black shadow; but if you shine a bright light at a white screen and put an amorphous, changeable cloud of strings and opaque and transparent scraps of fabric in front of it, the shadow's going to be a messy amorphous changeable blur (and incidentally much harder than the stringy thing itself to look at). blowing the complexities of human consciousness, let alone human relationships, up to larger-than-life size in the form of the shadows and strings and varying shades of black and gray that make up a society, is messy.