i dream filthy

i want to make a shitlist of people who for one reason or another i'm pissed at. but what i want even MORE is to make a shitlist of ass-ugly icons. i'll probably do those some time when i feel more actual rancor and not this vague, like, 'eh' feeling. it's like, 'hey! that icon is ass-ugly.' but mm, i just took a drink of water and spasmed with delight. tasted fabulous. i didn't even know i was thirsty.

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fun times--the grasshoppers are mating.

these are the eeevil grasshoppers that make the wee cuddlepint afraid to go out in the yard alone--three to five inches long, black armored-looking with neon orange stripes.

ahha, i got up today when dew was still on the ground and it was cool out. did you know female rabbits are called 'does'? wild, man.

the period strikes, with back pain, and unsettled stomach--which explains its reluctance for pasta yesterday. going back to bed.

'to be free' was last night's soundtrack. a song i actually like, for once? no way, man. no way.

revenge of the ants

one of them just bit me between my thumb and forefinger.

gotta love the no-rps wank.

ahahaha. and besides, rps might violate the ten commandments.

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another fascinating dream. i was one of a foursome involving two guys and the female artificial intelligence running the place we were. it wasn't a space station, but made into a novel it obviously would be.

if only wank were really like ibuprofen

the wank and the rain are both really coming down. (well, to be fair, the wank is there already and i'm just reading it with great enjoyment.)

until wank gains magical restorative properties, i've got the ibuprofen here and now i just need a glass of water. sometimes i wish the dog had hands.

edit: ahahah. saw it in metaquotes yesterday, but didn't appreciate the beauty until i'd read all the wank it was taking aim at... sorchar says Just as a bit of advice: Before trying to use the "battle of wits with unarmed person" snark, one should make sure one's own weapons are loaded, and that one can actually find the battlefield.

all out of wank and nowhere to go

shouldn't the ibuprofen have kicked in by now? ::pokes back:: ouch.

::taps fingers:: where's wax. i'm bored. i'm going back to bed again.

and yours is wilfully to misunderstand them

'I hope I never ridicule what is wise and good. Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies, DO divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.' - jane austen, pride and prejudice

mmm, it's like pasta with ricotta and olive oil and garlic and red wine vinegar and olives and artichoke hearts.

...in a way.

he must be an oddity, i think

our movie edition of pride and prejudice has the most fabulous theme music for mr. collins.

Elizabeth was chiefly struck by his extraordinary deference for Lady Catherine, and his kind intention of christening, marrying, and burying his parishioners whenever it were required.

ahahhaha <3.

edit: ahahhHAHAHAH HAHAHAHhahahahhAHAH HAhahahahHAH AHAHHAH ahhahah i forgot some of this. the movies lose a lot in cutting mr. collins! Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of countenance, and, except in an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in his pleasure. hahahahHAHAHAHAHAH i miss my daddy.

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ahahah, mr. wickham is such a fabulously self-absorbed and idiotic wanker. <3

honey and plenty of money

mmmmm. chamomile. it's so nice how good the little things can seem if you've forgotten and gone without them for a while. i always feel totally justified in pampering myself when i'm actually on my period, with the result that i often end up feeling, on the whole, happier, despite the pain (and i took ibuprofen before it got bad this time. i didn't realize previously that that was a good idea, but it's what daddy's nurses say).

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::sigh:: this is such a GOOD book. if only i could lie down in bed to read it.

if anyone wanted to bring some salsa to my door i'd love them forever. i'm all out, and i haven't any tomatoes either, or i'd probably stir myself to prepare some. i think all i have in the way of snackfood is icecream sandwiches and bread (which can be topped with honey, butter, peanut butter, or jelly).

::sigh:: SUCH a good book.

<3

A scheme of which every part promises delight can never be successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defence of some little peculiar vexation. -more austen and pride and prejudice

edit: "She had better have stayed at home," cried Elizabeth; "perhaps she MEANT well, but, under such a misfortune as this, one cannot see too little of one's neighbours. Assistance is impossible; condolence insufferable. Let them triumph over us at a distance, and be satisfied."