fashion victim

i dreamt all night last night about dressing paper dolls and dressing myself. i put together several very cute outfits which i woke up excited about, in fact, only i can't remember them anymore. i stumbled blindly into the walk-in closet first thing, determined to wear a red miniskirt over jeans, but then remembered i'm to help move the mece, fru and barn this afternoon and miniskirts are perhaps not exactly the thing.

but seriously, the dreams were engrossing and rather torturous. each little movement as i put on the green madras plaid blouse, the black skirt, the boots. i mean, really. i almost woke up tired, except my fashion energy, as i said, propelled me to the nearest source of clothing.

::headdesk::

...dumbass impressions

someone that permetaform linked to for debate impressions thinks that iraq is connected to 'the war on terror.'

Kerry: Afghanistan is the arena for war on terror, iraq is in no way [connected.]
doqz: The fuck? That’s like saying catching drugs in Miami is completely separate from guys growing it in Columbia.

...

10 points to bush--it's working.

(no subject)

When Mr. Bush talks about the economy, he is not talking about your economy. His economy is filled with pals called Kenny-boy who fly around in their own airplanes. In Bush's economy, his world, friends relocate offshore to avoid paying taxes. Taxes are for chumps like you. You are not a friend. You're the help. When the party Mr. Bush is hosting in his world ends, you'll be left picking shrimp toast out of the carpet.

-from article in ESQUIRE by ron reagan

( The Case Against George W. Bush )

(no subject)

there's someone really cute on top of the bookcase.

hp rec

boiling point by annie sj, nc-17 s/r marauderfic:  angst-free smut in a boiler room.

ps--gip--omg isn't my girlfriend hot?

rgn

these paper dolls are disturbingly addictive.  also, amusingly, the website is based in finland. 

the brother in law's new house is really nice, small (but not by finnish standards), but all clean and shiny,  white and pale hardwood, open spaces, like something out of a modern homes magazine. 

dude, it sounds like a baby's shrieking outside our window.  hmf.

ready? ok.

a) there is a recipe on the back of the can of coconut milk titled 'wok 'n roll'.

b) evanescance's 'imaginary' is one of the dumbest songs in my music library.

c) i have never before today been referred to within my hearing as 'my sister's girl'* in any language.  to my knowledge.  (since only two people** could say it truthfully, and i haven't spent all that much time with them, it's probably a safe assertion.)

*'min systers flickan' in swedish

**the mece; and martin, who is a very tall forestry-studying army chauffer