let's make a deal.

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tired. ohsotired.

we watched the national figure-skating championships tonight; michelle kwan was amazing. and so were the number of falls. you'd think the rink had been cursed.

every woman you can lay your eyes on

dude, some serious spamming in favor of andrealyn and beccaming is going on in lotr_deathmatch. in fact, it's really amusing.

and it looked like i was edging wax out, but then someone anonymously voted for her about sixty times. you know, i was expecting a lot more of that because wax is a genuine big bnf, whereas i've always had this idea that i was maybe a third-tier one or something--that only in lotr. funny old world, isn't it? i guess you can't blame lotrites for having heard of me and not wax when she's only written two stories. (well, two rps and one not.)

i'm still tired.

maybe i'll sink my teeth into some sherlock holmes.

lock my heart and throw away the key

( today's top twenty on the playlist )

hunh.

theory that the chess game at the end of philosopher's stone is a metaphor for the second war between voldemort and the forces of good. interesting but a little overboard--reminds me of my high school english teacher. but they'd certainly get a good grade.

hope i don't run out of luck!

i would totally marry weird al if i weren't already going to marry pippin faramir wax_jism.

indubitably

a couple of large holmes and watson images snitched from elsewhere on the internet posted here.

lord, don't let my mascara run tonight

the amusing result of the loose fit i prefer in my pajama pants is that i have several skirts which don't come as far down my thighs as the crotch of this pair. i mean, at least two, maybe three or four.

::snorflet::

::goes back to singing weird al:: and when i hit those big speed bumps, my darlin little rhinestone pumps keep slippin off the mother-lovin clutch.

watched finding nemo with my immediate family.

me: i had to buy it to research for my nemo/gill slash story.
lillian: oh! i want to read it. can i read it?
me: it's up to mommy if you can read stories with sex. you're only twelve.
mom: yes. you can.
lillian: YAY!
mom: did you hear her, though? it has sex. do you want to read it?
lillian: i'm taking a sex education course!
me: it's illegal for you to read online though.
mom: lillian, why aren't you doing your chores?
lillian: if someone will print out the finding nemo story with sex in it, i'll do the kitty litter and then i can read it before bed.