I will get home I will get home I will get home.

No matter how brilliant an idea it seems in whatever sleep deprived state you happen to be in, do not have coffee after 3 pm.  It's just a really, really dumb idea.  Oi.

*bouncebouncebounce*

I'm terribly energetic for someone who's been awake since five to six, has worked five hours, and pole danced for two hours.  Very odd.  All I seem to be able to do is talk very quickly in long, overly complicated, circumlocutionary, run on sentences, or jump up and down flapping my hands making inarticulate noises.  Now, I ( Read more... )

The oh-so-eloquent houghts running through my head at this very moment:

Gah!
Meep? 
Huh?
::hides::  
::sugar-induced combustion::  
Pizza!
Snuggles?  
::sigh::
::smacks forehead::
Rawr!

Next time I'm in a pissy mood, just go bug the crap out of me until I do something like figure out how to play some Green Day, Beach Boys, Offspring, and Heart and Soul on the accordion in a room lit by pretty pretty Christmas lights with my hair done up all pretty even though I'm running around in sweat pants and fuzzy socks.  Oh, and throw some ( Read more... )

Talk about a day of epicness- protest, farmer's market, parking garages... piercing studio, hair cuts, Newt's hair dying takes 1 and 2... Scrabble game, multiple adventures to Walgreens, a gallon of ice cream, hair dye take 3, and story time.

I love these people.  I love this house.  

I finally have hope for this country.

Oh insomnia, how I loath thee...

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I swear, it's always the cute circus boys. I'm doomed.