you elegant fowl, how charmingly sweet you sing

this new lj style system is pretty spiffsome.

we'll see if i feel up to it, later.

gip. i need another gay icon too still. cause this one isn't porny enough.

bleary-eyed and bushy-tailed

i'm pretty sure my brain has composed a country music song in my sleep. all that is left now is the chorus, but it's damned twangy and i don't like the word 'fellas.'

i don't approve of that kind of activity for my brain.

brain, SHUT UP.

in other news, these vivid dreams are good--i dreamt i was one of a pair of twins abducted by an AU version of their own father. i think it'd make a good YA novel. like, i think it, and i'm going to try to write it. (this is like big. because of the block, and the pathological fear of trying to get published, and. but i like this. and i wish i'd read it when i was a little kid.)

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ETA: the country song? is from the point of view of a whore's boyfriend. a disgruntled boyfriend. he doesn't like her hangin' round with other fellas. or workin' all night.

::buries head in hands::

she's leaving me, oh no

i was making my girls with guns icons, but now i can't pick one. i guess i'll just make some more.

see, a properly pissed-off icon can't be all warped in perspective like this she-ra one. i only have two she-ra ones that are really fabulous enough and i'm still tired of them from the last time they were in rotation. i wonder where jago went? jago hunting wabbits--that one was good.

better living through orgasm! twenty icons and a campaign

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URLS HAVE CHANGED FOR BANNERS. PLEASE CHECK BELOW AND MODIFY YOUR CODE.

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now, because i hope everyone will hop on the bandwagon for this worthy cause, i've got these five little nifty clique-banners as well. put them in your journal, your userinfo, your website! i don't care! you don't have to link back if you don't want to, either.


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the end of everything

it's funny that 'curt' and 'curtsey' share a root.

don't you hate it when you injure some part of yourself that's hard to put a bandaid on? i heard the nurses at the hospital discussing that liquid bandage stuff amongst themselves. one of them seemed to think it was very good. alas, for i am broke. at least the ac fixers are going to bill us.

i've been iconing for too long and my eyes burn. also i'm sleepy. i hate taking naps at this time of day, though, really hate it.

i can't decide if it's cute or annoying that the dog's got to bark every time i close a door between the two of us. (we're talking including the bathroom door.) he's like my cousin perrin, and i'm his mother!

a midnight dreary

dammit.

edit: i was all 'why am i so depressed?' but then i realized i forgot my medicine! d'oh. ::gulps it::

semi-kerfluffdate! oh, the drama!

mirabellawotr has posted a letter that seems to encapsulate this.

Dear people who have me friended:

It's come to my attention that someone who prefers not to use names even though everyone knows who she's talking about has posted saying that she's going to start trimming her friends list, and prime targets for the ax are going to be people who have friended any or all of Three Certain People who need to grow up and stop engaging in behavior that most people outgrew in middle school. I have no way of knowing for sure that I'm one of those people, but information suggests that it's me (mirabellawotr), cimorene111, and ninglor.

I wouldn't be posting in response to this ordinarily, but you do have me friended, and I take that seriously. So: if you're worried about this, don't be. If you feel like you need to unfriend me so you can stay on her friends list, go for it - no hard feelings and no harm done, and I hope you'll still stop by from time to time.

It might be worth thinking about, however, that it wasn't us "middle schoolers" who told you that you couldn't be friends with the prom queen anymore if you insisted on talking to the snarky bitches at the back of the class.

Love,
Mirabella

link is my addition. kerfluffdates must be accurate reference resources.

A Parenthetical Addition to the Kerfluffdate: On Capitalization

Usually I don't bother with it on livejournal. In fact, I often cut corners in my punctuation, as well, to more closely imitate patterns of speech. But don't think that means I wasn't correcting everyone who didn't want to be corrected from the age of three. I think a little lesson is in order, here.

The phrase 'middle school,' like the words 'school' and 'captain,' is only capitalized when part of a proper noun.

Correct: Westlawn Middle School.
Incorrect: Westlawn middle school.

Correct: The middle school rang with the babble of slamming lockers, squeaking shoes and adolescent voices.
Incorrect: I haven't felt so chastized since Middle School.

we now return you to your regularly scheduled lack of capital letters.

better living through orgasm

BETTER LIVING THROUGH ORGASM.





ahahahhahaha. <3

i'm running i'm running catch up with me life, or is it love that i'm looking to find

did i tell y'all that my airconditioner's been fixed?

at least i didn't answer the door in drag queen makeup today, like i did ( yesterday )

i spent about an hour scratching the dog's head and one of the cats', and then i thought, hey, they like it, so i sort of massaged mine with my hairbrush (which has those little plastic-tipped metal bristles). OOOOH. good. SOGOOD.

i'm really spacey today. really! i'm all, tired and not tired at the same time. maybe it was that mid-afternoon nap. maybe it's random. i have been feeling a little off-color. maybe it's the medication. (that's always an easy solution.)

damn. i'm out of hummus. i want some hummus.

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hey... food.

edit: dear winamp: randomize means play them NOT in the order they appear on the playlist. thanks, cim

edit: toenails--painted.

edit: i want a text-only icon set. ::ponders:: but could i ever give up... like. other stuff! other icons. shutting up.

and i keep looking at this turquoise plastic goblet next to the computer and going 'what is this doing here?' i drank out of it. a couple of hours ago. heh, oops.