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the fucking cat (tea) barfed on the bed.  fortunately, i guess, she got wax's duvet and not mine, but they weren't really dirty; they've only been on for a week... so i replaced hers with, ahem, this hideous pink-violet-turquoise splatter-painted 80s-looking thing, and left mine in its lovely green citrus stripes.  also she got the fitted sheet*, so i had to replace that with something the color of pepto-bismol.

*finns are very proud of themselves vis-a-vis duvet covers instead of sheets, what with the no messy tangle of flat sheets coming off and getting the blankets dirty, when it's so much more efficient to wash the duvet cover than the duvet.

for all this, they don't have fitted sheets; they have giant flat sheets which inevitably come up on the edges, because they're not only not elasticized nor box-shaped, but the allowance round the edges that's meant to be folded under is not wide enough. 

kittehs!

it shouldn't be this much fun to cuddle a cat who doesn't want to be cuddled.

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sometimes i hate writing.

someone should make me finish this damn britney/christina Young Ladies' Finishing school au.  does someone want to chat through some of the tangles, or beta what i've got, or something?  secret_angel, i'm really starting to regret i didn't just write you a pwp.  i haven't even made it to the sex yet.

movie reviewish notey things

did i mention?  we went to see( i, robot. )

home-brewed humor

there are few sights more hilarious than that of tea getting her nails clipped with The Pink Scissors (tm).

reality. learn it, mofo.

posts like this really scare me. 

to save you the click:  a post of a new story in ian_pieter, a swimslash community, with the mood "sad," about pieter van den hoogenband's girlfriend.  the story concludes that they're cohabiting.  the poster concludes, "Sounds pretty serious to me. What do you think?"

i mean, jesus people.  i wish there were fandom police. i wish there were tests you had to take to be allowed into RPS. 

::shudder::

vlah

i totally forgot what i was doing!  dude!  that's... so sad.

randomly, i believe from various gossip that i've read that lindsay lohan is a total bitch, which is too bad because she has nice thighs;  fortunately it doesn't [seem to] get in the way of her acting.

had a lesson in stick shift driving today.  wax woke up for that, because the car was going SCREECH and bumpity bump, but otherwise she's been the kind of tired that makes me tired too all day.  and we totally went to bed at nine last night.  it's this fucking morning shift, man.  although in GOOD domestic nesty news i made some extremely yummy pesto with powdered milk and fried onions today. 

rps rec

straightened out, ewan mcgregor/jude law, r.  very cute.

i snitched that rec from makesmewannadie. 

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cim: a puppy!
wax: see, that is a sound you do not want the car to make.
cim: awwww!
wax: i don't know if it is you, actually; there's something wrong with the fuel or something.
cim: his little feet!
wax: because it actually always makes that sound when it starts... so we can't lay it all at the door of your inexperience.
cim: he had little LEGS!
wax: because the tricky thing is: these cars, they produce a variety of noises.
cim: he had little legs!
wax: he's a dachsund. they do that, don't they
cim: HE HAD LITTLE LEGS!
wax: and you didn't listen to a word i just said, did you?
cim: a PUPPY! his little LEGS!
wax: uhuh.
cim: i want my puppy.
[a corner is turned, the parking lot is arrived at, and a golden retriever is spotted in it.]
wax: home, sweet home.
cim: aw, a puppy.