necessary and sufficient

i need a puppy and a bunch of cats to be happy, i think. not that i know for sure. i mean, ouch if you're stranded without pets. and it's not like you can be happy just with pets either. it's like risk factors for cancer, only it's risk factors for happiness--no one thing is both necessary and sufficient, not even wax, not even body chemistry. nature and nurture! um. sorta. ahhhah. i crack myself up.

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damn this body's need for sleep when i've found something interesting to do. and damn it for not LETTING me sleep when i just want to shut everything out....

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mom sent money by western union. so i have to go to the DRUGSTORE to pick it up? yeah.

::stabstab::

blah

mmf, i offered to beta for someone yesterday and she took me up on it so now...

...i have to do the work.

ETA: finished. an amusing character study, it was, and not too long! now someone send me smut and the day will be COMPLETE.

and then i have to go to rite aid, because my mother can't figure out how to wire money into a bank account when she knows every last bit of information about the account, the bank, and me that i do.

::puts the stabbing knife away, but not too far out of reach::

art rec

adorable pintel/ragetti chibi doodles by bri_chan in pirategasm.

puppy love

( two with moi )

spam! rec though.

laughing at north korea again thanks to kim_jong_il__. bwahahaha. oh man, i'm evil.

we owe each other the world

there's the most glorious spiderweb in the yard between a dead branch of the black walnut, the ground, the temporary wall mom and dad made of salvaged bricks, and one post of what used to be the dog enclosure. it's taller than me and at least four feet wide.

and i am so lazy. i just, blah, don't want to go to rite aid--and then the bank. all that driving. unfortunately, i'm in some danger of over-drawing my checking account by as much as fifty dollars if i don't deposit this money. two trips across the river in a week? >.<

and i'm really, really sleepy. i think i need a nap.

because the world owes us nothing

there needs to be more johnny depp/orlando bloom and more will/jack/elizabeth. there also needs to be more good femmeslash in general that i want to read. and there needs to be... more food in my house. and more wax_jism in it while we're at it. of course, i'm doing a bit better in the food department than in the wax department... . yeah. ::ramble::

being a princess has kind of lame benefits. hmmph. i'm going to go cook, i guess.

are bunnies really supposed to GNAW like this?

this fic has just given me an idea for an rps fic where orlando and johnny aren't sleeping together, or meeting in the dark, or licking each other's tattoos, or lying in bed angsting all day, but are playfully flirtatious and sexual, only in that way that causes so much angst when you're a teenie cause you're like, 'but, omg, does (s)he REALLY MEAN IT OR NOT?'

y'know,

J: i want to shag you!
J's brain: oh god, i really want to shag you. heh. irony!
O: ::licks lips:: come'n'get me, pansy.
O's brain: oh god, i really want him to shag me! i think he means it!
J: pansy?!

[they wrestle]

O's brain: nah, he can't really mean it. that's too bizarre.
J's brain: one would think he really had the hots for me. well, natch. but no shagging will occur. he doesn't REALLY want to shag.
O's brain: he really seems... hot. oh god. let's shag. nah, he's just teasing.
J's brain: be nice if he REALLY wanted to shag though.
O's brain: but wouldn't it be fabulous if he REALLY wanted to shag?

rec

a jack/will/lizzie threesome series by malasita. not happy.

PIRATEomgwtf!11!!!!viggo!!!1

ugh... my eyes are going blurry. sleepiness ensues.

wow, that has to be the WORST viggorli i have ever read. no, wait, it's not. ::pause:: not really all that close, either. heh. the worst i've read in at least a year, how about that?

i need to make my non-flash site a layout to match the recs layout. and i would really like to eat out, like at a restaurant.

most amusing wrong number i've gotten in awhile:

cim: hello?
hick: liewhucha'sriet?
cim: ::blink::
hick: hello?
cim: excuse me?
hick: like whut shops're ye at?
cim's brain: he said 'ye.' like a PIRATEomgwtfviggo!11
cim, while her brain is occupied: ... ... ... wrong number.
hick: aight, thankyuh.