for our wedding feast we'll have seal oil and blubber

i seem to spend more time uploading icons than using them lately.

i worked nine hours yesterday and five today--the five is a good amount, i think. although my legs are still a little sore from all the running.

you meet some weird people when you start a conversation with every grocery store customer you run across.

(no subject)

do you get attracted to guys who make you go, 'why do i want to have sex with YOU? shut up, hormones!'?


i do. at work, specifically.

my hormones just don't know what they're doing.

if i met viggo in reality i bet my silly hormones would classify him in the no-sex category, because it just *figures.* they like tall, slightly stooped manager candidates with large hands and feet and silly nervous mannerisms, they don't like philosopher-poets with manly stubble and chin clefts!