I have a massive headache.

Note to self. Convince Ari that she loves AFI. Have her buy the CD, then steal it from her under the guise of "borrow". She's not into the screaming at the end of songs... Wait, she is. She likes Linkin Park and they've been known to scream and shout. Hrmm. If I keep pictures of the band from her, she might still fall for AFI. *muses* If I were better friends with Jessie, I could see if she liked 'em and then borrow the CD.

Finally listened to the Ben Moody interview. Weird that the DJ dude sounded just like one of our DJs, but then again I've found that there are like, 5 different DJ voices and that's it. Anyway, interesting. Sort of. But now I can easily play connect the dots between Eric Mabius & Evanescence. [hint: Resident Evil]

Happy Friday the 13th!

*resumes eyeing the pretty coming sort of soon My Scene dolls* Gorgeous. Utterly. My KB store goes away today. :(

Love, confetti, and non-skanky kind of things!

A holiday wish.

So. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. This means I can expect one day free from the phone ringing. ... *coughs and cues the laughtrack* Please. The boy's got to pick his bitch for the holiday and then I have to field the calls from all the not-picked girls. And I have to avoid my parents, and all other couples because on this most unholy of days, they feel the need to overshare.

For instance, when I grumbled about my missing gift certificates [dammit, why couldn't one have shown by now?] and how I loathe the pink day, my mother then gave me a laundry list of people who must hate the holiday more than I do, or at least must wish it would go by a lot faster. And she's right. On the other hand, the only time I had a valentine [a real one, dude], he turned out to be missing many, many screws and it's not like I saw him on the day anyway. I just got flowers [I know. Just.] but I can't really think of the happy fuzzy because the dude was wacko.

But at least I'm not going to have to drink with some other lonely friend just to make them feel better. Instead I will make myself a drink and then curl up with a book or something.

Still not the point though.

To my friends and people I adore [chances are even the most depressed and cynical among you know who you are], I hope tomorrow does not suck and that something good happens. Even if it's just a warm fuzzy feeling that someone cares. Ignore the fact that that someone is me and I'm far, far away [but not in a galaxy far, far away] though. Warm fuzzies and love and good stuff. Okay? *hugs* :)

And if you loathe pink, then I hope you find some other colors in the various decorations.

your sins into me, oh my beautiful one

( More on Barbie dumping Ken for an aussie import )

Honestly, as the 22 year old me, I find this hilariously stupid. But if I were 6 or something, this would kind of upset me. Of course, you have to realize that the 6 year old Impy was all kinds of cute and innocent and not at all sarcastic. So, yes, I would have worried about my dolls. I then promptly would have said it was a stupid story and gone back to ignoring the hell out of my headless Ken who'd probably just misplaced his leg.

... Yes. That was all a set up for my fond memories of my Ken doll who lost his head, his legs, and an arm. Well, that and I find the above article amusing as well. *shines her halo*

Um, I have a headache again. Still. I'm losing track of the frequency, but I gots me a teeny book to read, so hush. Resume feeling the warm fuzzies from the previous post.