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Yeah, right.
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing. [or, the first two lines, if the first line is absurdly short.]
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly in the comments.
Stolen from Josh, because I am bored. I don't expect ( Read more... ) -
Ten more days to avoid Paul McCartney
I have managed to go the first two weeks of December (and the first eight of the 'Christmas season' - seriously, when I was shopping for Halloween in August, Christmas stuff was out) without hearing one of my Least Favorite Songs Ever. I declare irrational hatred for all sorts of things, but this song sends me into a frothing jerk-the-steering- ( Read more... ) -
More reasons why I am a terrible person.
Her black leggings ended in Ugg boots and her blonde was from a bottle. She had a big ugly dark-pink-trimmed Coach bag on the counter, a set of flashy rings on her left hand and a 3 or 4 year old (beats me; I have no idea how kids age) wandering about while she ordered her iced cappuccino. I had no idea who she was, but her squeaky little voice ( Read more... ) -
Things I have started
1. Finnegan's Wake
2. unabridged Don Quixote
3. unabridged Count of Monte Cristo
4. The Name of the Rose
5. One Hundred Years of Solitude
I can't wait for winter break ... so I can read my weight in Terry Pratchett paperbacks. -
Vanity post.
I don't put much thought into my wardrobe. It's difficult to find nice affordable clothes in my size (somewhere between Really Fat and Really Really Fat, but Much Shorter Than Xena), so I stick with what works: black shirts and blue jeans (and I haven't kicked my flannel addiction). I'm not a shoe freak: I own two pairs of clogs, a pair of ( Read more... ) -
Get Well Soon.
I miss Fridays. I miss the designated two hours, the safe spot in my week when I can and must paint, or face the consequences of not looking busy enough. I miss standing in front of the teapot for the first of my two or three cups of black, watching a girl half my age recklessly spooning sugar into her own mug. I've been using a clear pressed- ( Read more... ) -
I am no longer sick with worry.
Now I am sick from too much pizza, too many homemade cookies, too much grape juice and fizzy celebratory apple cider.
Man, what a night.
Edit: And Obama's kids are totally getting a puppy. That's adorable. -
Okay, look:
Nosebleeds are rarely an artistic little trickle so aesthetic the bleedee has no idea it's there, and must have it pointed out in gentle horror, "[Your Name Here], you're bleeding ( Read more... ) -
I need to go to bed.
I find myself watching "The Da Vinci Code."
Which, as we all know, means "The From Venice Code."
Leonardo didn't have a last name!!