I bic-ed my head. I'm officially bald. My head is chilled.

Now, thank you RICKY for personally introducing me to Wicked. I am addicted to the masterpiece. Over the innumerable hours I've spent listening to it, I have come to memorize every last word, syllable, grunt and moan.

Off I be to eat some food and nourish my soul. Care to join me?

Didn't think so.

It's odd; things ended with Chris so suddenly (albeit the end was well enough in sight), but still it's like someone turned off the TV right in the middle of your favorite show. The situation is unbearable, I know I should be sadder than I am, but I still haven't shed a single tear. The sad thing is is that I never realized how much time I ( Read more... )

I 'ave decided to go by RY. Just Ry from now on. Please respect my wishes as I respected yours to insert that pasta cooker into your nose.

How to make a Ry
Ingredients:

3 parts anger

1 part arrogance

5 parts
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little sadness if desired!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

We go.

Guess what inspires people more than any other entity? Fear ( Read more... )

I know I know, I do too many of these things and put too many of them in my livejournal--live with it.


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I hope I don't receive Lynn's throat illness.

I might have become bulimic.

Jeanine's family watches THEE stupidest films--EVER!

All's well that ends well, I suppose.

Take the quiz: "What Musical Are You?"

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Caught in the harsh fluorescence of the kitchen light it's perched. Tinted greens of all possibilities and splashed unexpectedly with reds and yellows it's perched. What perches so grandly under the glaring light and atop a silver fridge? A potted plant, of what breed, I know not. Perhaps it's fatigued, but it is dull. Something held so high ( Read more... )