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i don't think i mentioned that yesterday evening my little sister called me in a panic and i had to go get her from the friend she's staying with. the idea is one night at home--heh. we both only got six hours of sleep, cause mom called to wake me in time to wake her in time to drive her to school (no alarms that work in the house!). but i'm going back to sleep and she's not. last night she fancied herself sick, but was so far recovered this morning as to have frosted strawberry poptarts (1 2/3) and hot chocolate (1/5 cup). however, now she's unable to feed the bunnies because there's a large spiderweb and a big black and yellow spider (it's gorgeous, i'll have to remember to take a picture) on the far side of the cage door from the latch.

shava shava!

XD i finally got 'say shava shava'! it's all low-quality. funneh. but it's high enough to be fabulous!

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and now back to bed. whee!

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that makes two different nightmares, one last night and one now, each one of the scariest i remember. i woke up sweating in a cold room.

damn, but i'm tired. back to bed again.

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heh. lillian had a terrible coughing fit at school and they wanted to send her home, but my cell didn't wake me up so the friend's dad got her and brought her here. finally the doorbell woke me.

damn, the one day i decide to leave limewire on to dl while i sleep.

i'm hungry and there are all these things i forgot to get. like chocolate. blah. ::goes to make tea and hide the wheat thins from herself::

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i have great shameful and irrational love for this song.

::turns up volume::

and i can't fake it the way i could before

another song that i have shameful love for. i can't hear it without singing along, like, ever.

this song and i meet behind the bleachers to exchange sordid little sweaty gropes. we kiss under the stairs. we got caught skipping class to have sex on the floor in the large auditorium between the rows and now there's gum stuck to the back of my favorite shirt.

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GAH. i'm trying to upload a complete version of 'ashes,' which is corrupted, and also fix some formatting problems in muertos de sed and delirium. and i CAN. NOT. get them uploaded, because the ftp program can't get over some poncy little problem it's having with long files. the only thing i've managed to successfully upload was only logical, which now matches the rest of my trek stories in formatting.

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fixed muertos de sed so the text is left-aligned and there are links between the parts. and i think 'burn' and 'delirium' are fixed too, but i don't quite dare look...

you're outta this world except you're not green

i have to have a page where you choose between the flash site and the normal one anyway, so i made this bee yoo tee ful splash graphic out of a cap from the star trek:tos ep 'elaan of troysius.' and now it's a totally spiffsome splash page. go look.

for the ninety-seventh time tonight

another song of great and somewhat guilty pleasure. mmh.

this song's so smooth and sweet and gentle and passionate. i may have a weak spot for duets. but i dunno, this one's like it's running its tongue over me. mmmmmmmmmh.

i feel icky, so you get alan rickman pics

today's theme is ( alan smiling. and smirking. three pictures. )

don't you wanna kick and slide?

only good things come of sending feedback to brilliant authors.

possibly only good things come of sending feedback to good, passable, mediocre, and poor writers too, but i wouldn't know about that.

but just in the past week i've been delighted at the results of my feedback for brilliance twice. i should do it more often.

everybody!

when i use my mother's special nickname for me, i get this fabulous battle cry (i always experiment until i get one i like):

Zang! Who is that, running amidst the steppes! It is [cim], hands clutching gilded boxing gloves! And with an ominous bellow, her voice cometh:

"I'm going to redefine your concept of 'playing hardball with the big boys'!!"