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I am not allowed to journal late at night any more.

As one may be able to deduce from the extreme gap of time that has elapsed between my last entry and this entry, I have been offline for a considerable amount of time ( Read more... )

From the people who brought you Fellowship of the Parody comes the second installment of the Lord of the Parodies trilogy . . . The Two Parodies. But it's actually only one parody.

Coming this fall. Maybe.

Thought I'd swing by the old LJ to blow the dust off. *choke* Wow, that's a lot of dust ( Read more... )

Just like an African swallow, it is time for me to pack up my coconuts and migrate to another journal. I let my RT buddies bully me into moving to an RT journal so they could all friend me, and I have always been one to give in to peer pressure. And yes, if everyone did jump off a bridge, I would too.

My new journal.
My old journal that got ( Read more... )

I, Nithy the Odd, Nithy the First and Last, Nithy the Only, on this the 15th of February, 2004, officially surrender. I accept the fact that there is something wrong with me, and that said flaw is so blindingly obvious that nobody has even considered the possibility of telling me what it is, but whatever said flaw may be, it prevents me from ( Read more... )

It's one thing to go on a church retreat and talk about the qualities of the sort of person you'd want to date. It's another matter altogether when you're not good enough for anyone to want to date you anyway. The people who complain the most about Valentine's Day being a superficial and commercial holiday are the people who don't get anything ( Read more... )

I just got back from seeing Big Fish. Wow. First, Ewan McGregor is very tasty. He has a very warm smile, and he gets the chance to smile very often in this movie. I love how the movie makes sense without being logical. I almost cried at the end, except for the fact that I don't cry at movies. (I didn't even cry at RotK, but after the final I ( Read more... )

You know how sometimes you hate yourself so much that you wish one of the many people who want you dead would just kill you? This kind of soul-smothing self-loathing is every poet's dream. I can't look anyone in the eye because I'm afraid they'll see how absolutely worthless I am. I wish now more than ever that I was someone else. I wish I was ( Read more... )

Yes, I did see the news on TOR.n, and now I'm all angry. Maybe it's true, maybe it's not, but I say I'm entitled to act all Nazgirlish because I keep several likenesses of him in my boudouir. The question is, would you really want it plastered all over the biggest LotR fansite that you are planning a surprise proposal? The answer is, probably ( Read more... )