Cimorene

On the subject of this icon that hollsh showed me:

cimness: KJFÖAKLSÖGKLAHGFÖADLGJFAD
cimness: It's like Batman. Batman is probably always prepared for *everything*
holls: Yes, especially buttsex
cimness: That could make a good joke! Like, ... aliens made them do it or something… and then, say, Wonder Woman is like, "But where are we going to get dental floss, strawberry lube, a ball gag and aluminum foil at this hour, on an unmanned space station?"¹
cimness: and Batman's like, ":|"
holls: hahahahahaha
cimness: "Wow... it's even strawberry?"
cimness: "I like to be prepared."
cimness: Superman: "Bruce was a Boy Scout." WW: "Really?" Batman: "No."

1. My apologies to Roger Zelazny

hey, good news. it looks like i am invited to wax's brother's wedding next july. the bad news is that kuopio is so far away that we will have to stay in a hotel or some permutation thereof. and that the prospective sister-in-law's parents are religious freaks whom wax_jism's mother did not take a shine to. i anticipate, however, much much more trouble in obtaining something suitable for wax to wear than in the wedding itself.

also, today is the birthday of my lovely and perfectly adorable godson, sean. he is three! how time does fly! it seems hardly any time has passed since hollsk was living in a ratty apartment with a roommate named jen, and there was like a mouse living on top of the refridgerator or something, and seannie was not even a glimmer in her eye.

it's also perhael's birthday. she's not my godson, but she's a stellar and much-valued fic-cheerleader/hand-holder and largely responsible for the successful and happy completion of a number of the stories i've written. and she's also a pal.

happy birthday, dudes.

[22:04] ghetto hobbit: my eyebrow was stuck in an up position for an hour.

in other news... about half the times i go in the closet now, i find a little scented cushion on the floor. 

cim: if you spray a pop-tart with hairspray before you put it in the toaster it's supposed to--
cashier: blow up?
cim: yeah.
cashier: cool. [pause] ANY kind of hairspray?
cim: i don't know. ...should i have told you that?
cashier: yes. i got mad busted once for setting a folding chair on fire.
cim: not at work i hope.
cashier: no, at school.
cim: at SCHOOL???
cashier: i used to be a mad pyro.
cim's brain: is that what they're calling it these days?
cim: my best friend used to blow up park benches for fun.

awwwwwwww, look what my holls made for me!!!

in our universe, the fellowship of the ring live in holls's apartment and my dorm room, except for boromir, who was turned into a squirrel (well. mostly), and with the addition of a skinny goth boy named psy and a curly-haired karate-instructor badass chick named sally. the closet is where legolas and gimli spend all their time.

( in which jerry springer, holls, and the fellowship of the ring get down to business )

cimorene111: actually i think everyone is bi in the whole universe
cimorene111: except george dubya
GhettoHobbit: Dubya
cimorene111: the prez
cimorene111: the shrub
GhettoHobbit: I know, its just funny
GhettoHobbit: The shrub?
cimorene111: bush=shrub
cimorene111: small bush.
cimorene111: *shrug*
GhettoHobbit: Oh yes, duh

i am in a slashy mood. and i can't think of any slash to read. there is no more good nsync (sob), and, and, i exhausted highlander, star trek, and, apparently, star wars, and i've never even seen the sentinel and can i cry now? i haven't written anything for the fandoms that give a lot of feedback<--ie lotr. had forgotten how much nsyncdom tends to suck in comparison where feedback is concerned. have answered emails. have placated roommates, but am not entirely certain they're not still pissed at each other. have made tea, but not drunk it. have read new dom/billy only to tear out my hair when discovered ice lied and it is not truly finished, because what she calls a finished story is actually half of a story, the second half of it being given the misnomer of "sequel." halvetas ylva, baby. halvetas ylva.

in other news, have a headache, and my cute elfin wood sprite of a sister-baby-head was supposed to im with me today but she didn't. can i cry now? everyone is gone. and i got a b on my greek quiz, stupid fucking accents.

quiero exceder me, perseguir te, pretenderte, quiero amarte noche y dia, quiero gastarme la vida. why is it that shakira's old lyrics were better than her new ones? what happened to the cool metaphors??? and what is up with ff.net and why can't i get in?

<--not done whining, but running out of steam

<--[EDIT: but, wait! there's more! i have a hangnail, and did i mention that i skipped lunch, and that dinner upset my stomach, and that i haven't had icecream in two days? well, i haven't. also: got less than six hours of sleep. stayed up til 2 finishing the she-ra femmeslash, for which there is little possiblity of My Anti-Drug, otherwise known as feedback. you know, for some reason 80s cartoon femmeslash is not as popular as it should be. on the plus side, holls gave me a hug. *hugs back! mwah.* and kmazzy made me blush and scuffle my toe with her sweetness. thanks, guys.]

edit two: hey, psy, i love you too, and thanks, but lay off of my love slave!