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Aug. 6th, 2003 11:14 amYou know you've spent too much time on LJ when you're watching the Law and Order/Homicide crossover, which ends with Bayliss gently half-guiding, half-carrying a sobbing and broken Pembleton back to the squadroom as everyone else watches in shock, and the first thing to go through your little addled head is "ohmigosh that's positively SLASHY!!"
This morning in the car I got to scream along with the Nine Inch Nails version of "Hurt." I am now going to be DARK!! and BROODING!! *glares at the monitor* Actually, I'm not sure if one can be DARK!! and BROODING!! while wearing a ruffly pastel skirt. And glitter. Oh well. The Johnny Cash version is better anyway.
Sorry to those I missed last night on the phone. As much I love to be out and about, sometimes I just really need a night to lock myself in the apartment and decompress. I'm bummed, though; I really wanted to talk to y'all.
I need to go ahead and get a fucking land line. Some nights I'm just too lazy to go outside to use the cell and too impatient to deal with standing on my head in a certain corner of the apartment next to the window trying to maintain a signal.
You know what the ultimate expression of Kellinator devotion is? Telling you I'd beat someone with a stick for you. No, I don't have any idea how I got this violent either.
LJ burped last night and when I woke up I had like fifteen million text messages going as far back as my birthday in April, including ones people had asked me if I'd ever gotten. And a voicemail fromscarcrest asking me why I was sending him text messages at three in the morning.
I hate falling asleep with the lights on. Even if I get a lot of sleep, I wake up feeling like it wasn't an actual night's sleep if all the lights are still on. Then, you ask, why don't I just turn out the lights when I go to sleep? Because sometimes I'm just too fucking lazy.
It's not that I don't have lots of drama. It's just that almost all my drama happens in my head.
I feel punchy today!!
This morning in the car I got to scream along with the Nine Inch Nails version of "Hurt." I am now going to be DARK!! and BROODING!! *glares at the monitor* Actually, I'm not sure if one can be DARK!! and BROODING!! while wearing a ruffly pastel skirt. And glitter. Oh well. The Johnny Cash version is better anyway.
Sorry to those I missed last night on the phone. As much I love to be out and about, sometimes I just really need a night to lock myself in the apartment and decompress. I'm bummed, though; I really wanted to talk to y'all.
I need to go ahead and get a fucking land line. Some nights I'm just too lazy to go outside to use the cell and too impatient to deal with standing on my head in a certain corner of the apartment next to the window trying to maintain a signal.
You know what the ultimate expression of Kellinator devotion is? Telling you I'd beat someone with a stick for you. No, I don't have any idea how I got this violent either.
LJ burped last night and when I woke up I had like fifteen million text messages going as far back as my birthday in April, including ones people had asked me if I'd ever gotten. And a voicemail from
scarcrest asking me why I was sending him text messages at three in the morning. I hate falling asleep with the lights on. Even if I get a lot of sleep, I wake up feeling like it wasn't an actual night's sleep if all the lights are still on. Then, you ask, why don't I just turn out the lights when I go to sleep? Because sometimes I'm just too fucking lazy.
It's not that I don't have lots of drama. It's just that almost all my drama happens in my head.
I feel punchy today!!
