cimorene

hosted by the lovely

fuschia and her cat spooky was small. none of the starsky/hutch geezers deigned to show up, which made it MUCH more fun, as attendance was limited to

phineasjones,

harrimad_sol,

camillafarfalla and myself. due south bloopers, some bad songvids and the fight club.

i want to see

devon's housemate dressed up as tyler.

no, i mean, like, now.

wouldn't mind seeing devon as edward norton either. ahahah. cutest costume idea ever, possibly. today i made some very cool icons, but i did not eat (breakfast or lunch) or mail

wax_jism's package or start my essay. whine whine. i had my reasons.

harrimad_sol is so very bouncy and bubbly and a bit much to take in all at once, in that utterly charming way.

camillafarfalla is pretty much the same in person as in her lj, possibly. and

phineasjones is a doll for having driven me about. wore my princess shirt, but it never got hot so i didn't have to remove The Favorite Sweater which topped it (and which now is decorated with the hairs of two cats).

you know, a lot of vids suck?

in northampton it's about 39 and when i tilted my head back (phineas needed coffee for her drive back to boston) i could make streams of steam in the air with my breath. saw a car hand-painted in camo pattern and random bizarre colors. a guy in a black leather jacked entirely covered with studs was making fun of it (where you going, starbucks? look at the bumper stickers. get a new paint job).

ninglor, this was at the vegetarian cafe of doom, which is closing soon. seized by a near-morose but very calm and peaceful sort of inspiration there and thought about it a bit in the car before nearly dozing off. it's very strange to speak in the third person of the person with whom you have the most personal intercourse.

i haven't talked on the phone to my parents in, like, a month. oh, tea. and medicine. ::hmhmhmhmhmhm::