cimorene

ARRRRGH. i just lost a WHOLE ENTRY because of the messed up time on this stupid computer. upshot: i had a femmeslash bunny, and i need to go to wal-mart, but am dressed inappropriately in slutty cutoffs and night shirt. should i go anyway? hm. hm.

when the justin/janet thing broke, the hip hop djs discussed it on their little news segment.

africa: and she was seen rubbing up on him at missy's birthday party.
b money: ::cough::
africa: what?
b money: ::cough::
buck wild: i'm just wonderin' who missy was rubbing on.
b money: ::cough::no one::cough::

and then i heard a nelly furtado remix of "get your freak on":

missy: who's that chick?
nelly: me, me, me, me.

(later:)
missy: breathily nelly.

so that was it. ::kicks brain:: i just can't decide exactly how unfortunate this bunny is. the scary thing is that parts of my brain are constructing this scenario in which it's wholly plausible, and maybe it's eccentric enough nonetheless to be not-so-bad, but then again, it's. i mean. guh. maybe VERY unfortunate.