This past weekend,
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In the cleaning frenzy that preceded the visit, Ru found my copy of Good Omens in a big tupperware container in her room. How did it get there? I have been looking for it for months and was convinced Mom had it. All preliminary evidence points to a ghost.
Is it just me, or should the term 'piss-slit' never EVER be used in slash? It's just gross. Perhaps it's the universe's way of telling me to leave nifty.org alone.
I went to see the new Tomb Raider movie last night with a bunch of people. It was OK, but Gerard Butler? He can come home with me any time he wants. Rwoar. His sexified presence caused
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Parlor & Purgatory to accesorize her. I might not be able to resist temptation while there.
I'm also tempted to spend my afternoon sneaking bits of writing into the thrilling schedule screen-prints from DOS.
Ever since I was in college, I've wanted a facial piercing, either my nose or my eyebrow. I always put off doing it, but lately the urge has nearly been undeniable. Ru's nieces are coming for a visit at the end of the month and the youngest has just entered her rebellious 'punk' phase so we'll be making a trip to the I'm also tempted to spend my afternoon sneaking bits of writing into the thrilling schedule screen-prints from DOS.
- Mood:
artistic
- Music:Bring Me to Life - Evanescence