Unspeakable Joy

Cousin at last has a page! =^D
*Points at sidebar*

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Just so :^) Although they forgot "egotistical" and "bad-tempered without her coffee" LoL :^D

Captain's Log, Supplemental

People are always, always ALWAYS underestimating me. And you wonder why Mileena's my favorite? :^D

"Her dazzling appearance conceals hideous intentions..." Hideous intentions which, at the moment, focus on poor, innocent little Tobey Maguire. *Grins hugely, all her fangs visible* You look good enough to eat, baby. ;^}

Rhanga dhu jed'henin kohanen 'ai?

No, I won't spell that in English, thanx much =^}

Playing with CSS for the Indiana Jones project I gots coming up...Problem is there's so much taupe in the wallpaper. Taupe, guh. Sandy-type colors will go best with it, maybe with orange and red accents, that might look pretty good :^D I'll have to try it later this afternoon, as I'm sharing the computer *siiigh*...

Later then :^)

I'm Feeling Glad

I Got Sunshine In a Bag

Yeah it's the Gorillaz. I'm trend-hopping again, LoL. Greeti ^_^

Amazing what thirteen (yeah, thirteen!) hours of sleep can do to improve one's mood. Yesterday kicked ass ^_^

I saw Spider Man...words do not touch the swellness of that movie. Kirsten the Vampire Slayer has been vindicated at last, and Pleasantville's resident starry-eyed geeky nice-guy has finally come into his own. =^D Was it stupid escapist fare? Hell yes ^_^ As if I watched any other sort of movie ;^P

Of course, now I feel like a complete heel ^^; Seeing as the woman who took me to Spider Man and on top of it bought me lunch and trinkets is the very woman I've been running down nonstop. Now THAT will take the piss out of me and make me behave, yeah? ^^;

I'm like that, though; I periodically go nuts on those close to me. Ask Ermax, he'll tell you ;^D

The sidebar changed again. Lookie see, found the new home of an old associate ^_^
We've got a rocky history, eh? But for the moment things are swell betwixt we two, and so up goes the link ^_^

*Chokes on coffee as she reads it*

Ganchia, that's not polite! Shock horror shock, LoL ;^P Oh, and in answer to the question: you don't smell--you yell a bit much for my liking and tend to name names ;^P

Note that the opinions endorsed within my linx are not mine and never were ^_~` (Yeah, that little ` mark is supposed to be there, it's kinda like a sweatdrop for the wink facie. My invention ;^) )

Raaarrrrrr Indy! Why'd it have to be snakes, bro? Why? WHYEEEEE? Because I said so ;^D

I also want it known in advance that I'm not jumping anything :^P I've put a bit much time and effort and considerable temper-control (which you probably figured out I'm not very good at in the first place) into all this to simply abandon it now. There are my two cents. Throw them in the wishing-well if you so desire. Or give them back, since I haven't many coins to hand out these days. Copper isn't cheap in Moria. ;^) We have mainly gold. *Grins*

I bid you folks adieu :^D

F*ck!!

And Other Stuff I'll Never Get To Do ;^P

Heh, don't mind me. Haven't slept in *counts uncertainly* 30 hours? More than 24.

Fun fact: I am NOT a nice person without my sleep.

F*ck this anyway. Here's a look at my nights for the past week: struggle with my fic (which is always going nowhere, but never seems to actually get there--yes, for the sleepless that counts as a joke...) stay up til midnight 'cause it's about the only time I can chat on the Net without someone underfoot, and anyway I have nothing better to do. Amble off to "bed" by 12:30 or 1 AM.

This is where it gets fun. Lying in bed trying to unwind from the constant background tension, counting backwards from ten like the dumb sucker on some shrink's ninety-dollar-an-hour couch, getting nowhere fast. That one hour becomes a forever-like stretch of irritating numbness that promises, but never delivers, sleep.

2 AM: the cats fight. I mean those rolling-across-the-floor, banging-into-walls fights, the kind accompanied by little dustclouds in Cartoonland. All hope of rest is now completely gone. At least they're both declawed...

2:30 AM: mother and boarder, both of whom are still very much awake, bickering loudly about the cats. Wince, since neither of them have been declawed.

3 AM: stare at the ceiling. Wish for headphones, but cannot drag oneself out of bed to go downstairs.

4 AM: get up, turn on the light. Pick up the most unappealing book you can find, in hope that boredom will make you sleep, the way it does in movies. No such luck.

4:30 AM: realize that Lynda Van Devanter's Home Before Morning: The True Story of an Army Nurse In Vietnam is NOT light reading. Turn the light off and try for sleep again.

5:00 AM: Eyes are still open, as if eyelashes had been glued to forehead. Keep seeing napalm victims, multi-frag-wound-sufferers, septic cases and the like every time you shut your eyes, you silly overimaginative git. Note that knowing it's your imagination does not keep you from jerking fully awake in startlement every 30 seconds, afterimages of triage victims following you everywhere.

6:00 AM: Your body is so tired that your steps are weaving and unsteady, but your mind will--not--turn--off. Grunting grouchily to yourself, grab Juno Reactor's Shango on your way downstairs.

6:15 AM: Make yourself useful by starting a load of laundry and putting coffee on.

6:35 AM: To the opening chords of "Pistolero", begin your morning Internet rounds.

All this because I decided 48 hours ago that taking a capsule of melatonin every single night for the last two weeks in a row might not be the best idea I've ever had and that I might want to cut back or something. F*CK! Why the hell did I start taking it so often anyway?

Simple: the stress. I'm not good with stress, have I mentioned that? I have a weakness in my stomach-lining that's been there since I was nine, the doctor kept calling it a "borderline ulcer", whatever that means or whether or not there's any such thing. That was stress-induced, too. Note that I'm too exhausted to smile in self-depreciation just now. I'm laughing on the inside. Honest. ^^;

The sooner this woman gets out of my house and takes her devil animals with her, and the sooner Tenchi comes out alive from the hospital (sure it's only minor surgery, but I'm freaked, OK? He's my brother for D'hete's sakes!), the sooner I'll be myself or someone like me again. F*CK! Why am I telling you this?

*At the top of her virtual lungs*

F*CK F*CK F*CKITY-F*CK!

*Blinks at the above, and begins giggling deleriously*

G'night, folks. Or Good morning.

Home Before Morning. Huh. It has a ring to it :^D

Now if I could just get some sleep....

Making Headlines

It's All Good

I feel good today, whee! ^_^ *Bounce bounce bounce*

Pollyanna strikes again, hey? ;^P I can't help it. Not when there are so many swell things in this Universe of which I am a part =^D My friends being one of them. Y'all rule, dudes! :^)

I'm wishing I were "cool", again. But then, if wishes were wetsuits, we could all dive in. Or something. God, I want to go to the beach! I want to go to the ocean! I WANT TO GO TO THE OCEAN DAMN IT!! *Hissyfit*

Florida rules. We have two coasts all our own, we're special *gloat gloat gloat SMACK* ^_^ We have the Gulf of Mexico on one side and the Atlantic on the other. How swell is that?

I love the Atlantic, actually. She's cold and bitter and moody and the surf is much rougher on that side. She understands me ;^D
On the other hand if it's bits of pretty shells you want, and warm, lazy, laughing water, you'll want the Gulf of Mexico side. I do get into that laid-back mood now and then, and that's when the Gulf is perfect.

I haven't been to the beach at all this year *POUT* I wanna go I wanna go!

No suntan-lotion for me, thank you, just some SPF six-million, seeing as I'm Trekkie-pale and fry easily ;^P

Similarly there will be none of this "laying on a blanket in a tiny bikini sunning my back so some jerk can run away with my top" nonsense. I do not go to the beach to crisp myself, or engage in juvenile quasi-mating-behavior =^P

A solid, one-tone tank suit for me, thank you, with a full bottom so it doesn't "ride up" anyplace. Note that this is not necessarily modesty related: I'd like to see YOU try and snag a wave with your body, wearing only two spangles and a thong =^P I'm too active to be attractive LoL ;^D I might be cuter if I tried harder *ponders* but who has time for that? Not THIS personage ;^)

I see you baybee, shakin' that thang ;^)

Uhh, yeah. We finally went down to the basketball court yesterday, but it was too damn hot outside to do anything. And there were no water fountains! I swear, what kind of idiot designs a park (of which the court is a part) with mostly blacktop, one scraggly little shade tree, and NO WATER FOUNTAINS??!? In Florida, where it's 103 degrees Farenheit, once you factor in humidity? Hell-lllooo? How stupid is this? *Outraged* Grrrrr....

Me and Tenchinator finally straggled about halfway down the route, half-dead from the heat, when we discovered that most tender of mercies: somebody left their sprinkler running in their front yard, and then left for the day. ^_^ Yay!! SPRINKLER DANCE!

*Shakes droplets out of hair with a happy grin* Those unexpected simple pleasures are the best ones ever =^D

Oh, sidenote: I found another bloggie to play with! *Points* Go lookie!

Bye-bye then :^)