you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE CRAP AGAIN?

(oh, and "because you've made a mess of your tummy with ten years of various prescriptions and painkillers coupled with never eating enough on the rare occasions when you eat at all" is not acceptable. though it's probably true.)

...there are a lot of random useless posts happening over here lately. I'm sorry. when something exciting happens, I'll let you know.





oh. a shitload of sirens are going past... is that exciting?

Whilst I await (still, again, ARRGH!) the mpg-encoding, I thought you should know this:

( I am Batman, God of Sex. )

You should also know that Ducard is the FANTASTICALLY WORST MUSE EVER and when he and Kitten are vying for my attention it is HELL.
...and then she flirts with him. AND THAT CRACK IS NEVER HAPPENING.

ok so I lock myself out of my room for ONE AFTERNOON/EVENING and what, my flist decides to OVERACHIEVE ALL OF A SUDDEN?

don't mind me, I'm just trying to catch up.

so, you know, if there's something I should comment on, whine at me. god knows I've been whining at you.


HAPPY HALLOWEEN THANK YOU BYE.
TAKE YOUR CANDY AND GET OUT.


(p.s. the candy is for mature audiences only and has a terrifying cameo)

Pursey Inventory:
because all the cool kids are doing it

Firstly, I wish you could see the size of the pile I've dumped out on our coffee table, because I have no idea how the hell it ever fit in my purse. It's, like, twice the size of the little thing (my purse is *tiny* -- about the size of half a lunchbox). Ah, the power of a woman's purse.

SO WHAT DO WE HAVE?

no pictures of it all, that's for damned sure. grump.
also, a very long list (53 items).
how fun!

( come, join me on an adventure of discovery and imagination! )

...if you got through that...have a cookie. I'm impressed.

am speechless

GOD I LOVE JANE AUSTEN, and.
AM GOING TO, LIKE, PERFORM THIS. AT THE NEXT OPEN MIC.

I shit you not.


Because, Jane Austen and The Pussycats?
SO FUCKING AWESOME.

the first 34. just bases. none texted.
some pretty crap.

yaaaaaay, Batman Returns.

( 34 Batman Returns icon bases )


in other news, this? is freaking hilarious. Ell wins at NPR-pimping.

...I should go to dinner.
[Edit to Add: --missed dinner. oops.]

ok you know what?

I really want to watch Batman Begins right now.

that is all.

Sick is not Good.

Sick has not been Good since I was in the third grade and faked an asthma attack every other day to get out of writing Journals after lunch (I hated writing Journals -- I could never focus enough to put two words together and always ended up one of those kids who wrote "very, very, very, very, very," on three lines at once just to take up page space).

Today, Sick is waking up and taking an aleve because I know before I even get out of bed that I'm going to need it*. Sick is putting on my corset because it will intensify The Cramps so much that I can just ignore them out of fury and spite. Sick is being grateful for the couch in the barn-attic where we have Women in Religion, and being furious at my soup for being good (red onion soup) in spite of the fact that I can't stomach it. Sick is taking another aleve before dinner, and having The Cramps hit an hour later anyway. Sick is punishment for drinking juice from concentrate with dinner, therefore Sick is also Violently Ill**.

Last of all, Sick is shivering, wet, and covered in Allergic Reactions, no thanks to the cold, wind, and rain.

Sick is probably not getting my editing done tonight.

Damnit.

---
*Whereas Dorky is thinking 'whoah, I should put that in a batficlet.' ...someone want to put that in a batficlet/drabble? plz?

**Aleve is out of my system, now, needless to say.

"How are you supposed to measure time with the [person] that you want to spend the rest of your life with? What would make sense? Centuries? ... Nanoseconds?" -- Susan, Coupling season 3, ep 1

gambling_pirate:

one year
four train tickets
two bus tickets
three moves cross-country
and one hell of a phone bill


<3 .


(we now return you to your regularly scheduled non-smooshy girl)

impulse upload:
Stephen Fry - Reasons To Be Miserable (His Name is Marvin)

para ustedes.