cimorene

i get tea but not breakfast. run to library to find wax. yay! she's THERE! ...and she leaves to eat.

::bangs hand on table:: ::shakes hand irritably to make the pain go away::

so you'd think after three shampooings this damned dye would be washed out, but instead it's rubbing off on the edges of my hood. suck, yo. and i'm rather sleepy, i'm afraid. movies to watch today: gosford park.

writing today: more legolas/gimli, if i can ever get through the damned scenes in isengard. tolkien, honestly, i didn't need a sedative. i'm sure i could have found the bible somewhere around here. or the sil, even.

make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme, and
love is a piano dropped from a four-story window
and you were in the wrong place
at the wrong time