The Enemy Within This Glass of Doctor Pepper

[x_los]

I shouldn't have gone at it as hard as I did last night when I still have Kate and Christina's bdays to attend tonight, a presentation to plan with Tara today, and apple cakes to bake with Beth on Sunday, in addition to all this hw. I really want to see Therese/Ana/Anna too, both to do hairstuff and b/c I never see them due to school sucking my life out like marrow from a cracked open bone. And I have to jog today and tomorrow because I skived off yesterday.

But wait. Why do anything right now when I could download and watch The Enemy Within? Yeah. THAT movie. Go on movie, make a really lame H.G. Wells joke at me, right off the bat. I like it like that. Oh wait! when this finishes downloading I would just watch it at Anna/Therese's! Because Anna will probably want to see the madness for herself. While doing hair! While knitting! Birds! STONE! Augh!

But that entails waiting for them to wake up.

'Eighth' is a bizzare looking word. Where does that even come from?

Oh, also, my thought of day: "Billie Piper's bi?! Awes-- Wait, why would that matter? Billie Piper still wouldn't so much as 'snog' you. And that word doesn't even make it sound appealing. Sigh."

*Post Script*

I have cleaned my room, the living room, done two loads of dishes, scrubbed crud off the oven top and the ledge, dusted kitchen sills for cobwebs, done the counter tops and cleaned expired food from fridge.

Question: Whose long, brown hair is in the sink in which I am soaking the stove burners?
Answer: EWWWWWWW.

Comments

[draegonhawke.livejournal.com]

I R WOKENED. I do have to run around downtown a bit this morning, but other than that, yanno.

[x-los.livejournal.com]

I like this icon, because it suggests that not only are you WOKENED, but that because of it now Ragnarok will begin.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_coherent/]

You DO realize that this apartment wakes up at crazy-early (to everyone else) hours on weekends. AND THEREFORE THERE IS NEVER ANYONE AWAKE WHEN I WANT TO DO SHIT IN THE MORNING. GET OVER HERE. (Okay, so maybe I have to draw bowls this morning, but shhhh.)

[x-los.livejournal.com]

OH, hai! I'm in ur apartment, disruptin ur bowlz.

[heather-macleod.livejournal.com]

The hair's mine.


Sorry.

[x-los.livejournal.com]

Heather, godammit, trim your pubes! It's a bush, not a pararie savannah! If I've told you once...