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why isn't 'gleeful' a mood, come to think of it?

i have the greatest picture for my kirk/spock 'ecstatic' mood.

::wanders away cackling::

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'cuddly' should be a mood too! and there need to be more that can make use of their faces. like 'sarcastic' and 'superior.' and 'tough' and 'macho.' well, maybe not 'macho.' also, on another subject (sort of), 'jittery,' which is what happens to me when i'm concentrating too hard on something for too long.

well, focus is good, right? not as good as breathing, but good.

the insidious stinks created and cleverly hidden by cute, fuzzy animals

well, i found the source of the smell in the dining room. >.

what is art? who am i?

it really spoils a profound song about art and joy when she pronounces 'dip this brush into the twilight' like 'dip this brush into the toilet.'

fucking fuck.

::bites all the way through tongue::

not. going. to say it.

edit:
4:36: still pissed, in a limp, not clench-fisted, manner.

4:39: is this really only the longest day ever, or does it just feel like it? also, still a great deal with the rage. am indecisive about invectives the way i get about paint samples: a vast wash of yellow for contrast or green for a room in mostly-monochrome? 'fucker,' as in 'you are a goddamned,' or 'FUCK you,' or 'fucking asshole,' for handy inclusion of the word 'fuck.' 'bitch' too gender-specific? 'slime weasel' not insulting enough. words not capable of conveying proper amount of revulsion and loathing? [insert philosophical tangent]

5:05: hormone fluctuations have surely evened out by now?

okay, so the play was called 'the unicorn,' and she was the unicorn, so that means the star was...

you can like people who have bad taste, but nothing's ever going to stop me from wrinkling my nose at it.

i'm going to call my [not-]sister.

and kirk and spock should smile more. dammit.

the tempest of rage has passed with little collateral damage, bob, but the teacup is a SHAMBLES.

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bad characterization is so BORING.

dammit, jim

on first cursory glance, i thought his arm was around jim's shoulders. i identified the shape as a boundary between light and shadow and moved on, only to have my gaze snagged again by the same thought again. no, it's not his hand! still...

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is the more reasonable response to 'i wasn't talking to you'

1. 'oh.'

or

2. 'yes you were!'?

and it'll push right back and there are worse things than that

modified the layout of my star trek page just slightly in preparation for two new stories by me and an essay by k'sal and hopefully, soon after that, a collaboration.