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and I knew that you meant it...
Mar. 11th, 2004 01:12 amCurses. I have this need to write something and my muse is mocking me. No ideas that I like enough to run with. This is annoying.
So. I'm making ari-woo a CD. It originally began life as a bunch of songs she probably wouldn't hear for another 2 or 3 months when the pop stations would pick them up [or not, depending], and then it got to be Valentine's Day, so I thought I'd make her a CD filled with a variety of love-esque songs like she did for me last year. Actually, the second idea was a bunch of Charmed-sound clips and then a song, but it's not so easy to find those, so... yeah. Anyway. Now it's not Valentine's Day, but I've got a stash of love songs seeing as they multiply like rabbits.
Annnnnd I'm not so good with the love songs. They tend to appear in my life when I'm beginning to really disconnect with things. Which I am. Again. Which amuses me, sort of in a disconnected way, because sometime last week I had one of those blinding moments where you just feel very content and happy with how things turned out. Sort of. Just getting into the swing of things again, I guess. Now, not so much.
Disconnected. Whee. I feel like saying that over and over for some reason.
Oh. The power was out for a good chunk of yester-today. [wednesday] For some reason SCE&G likes you to actually pay your bill for some reason. The double-suck-whammy of this was I'd just managed to get the computer to not seem riddled with virus germs. Blah.
Disconnected. It's just a fun word. But not in the context, I guess. I'm sure it's just the middle of the night blahs. Yes? Yes.
It must be.
Disconnect.
Please hang up and try your call again.
...
Okay. Kind of disturbing this mood swing. Someone tainted the girl scout cookies! They weren't made of real girl scouts!
No. I am not drunk. Or high. Or even on an anti-depression pill that used to give out fun side effects. God, I'm so glad to not be taking that stuff anymore. You know something is fucked up when you take it for two weeks, get massive headaches, hyper, really mellow, and then, when you tire of not knowing what you you'll be that day, you quit and you get freakishly sick.
Okay. It's passed. I think.
*passes out*
So. I'm making ari-woo a CD. It originally began life as a bunch of songs she probably wouldn't hear for another 2 or 3 months when the pop stations would pick them up [or not, depending], and then it got to be Valentine's Day, so I thought I'd make her a CD filled with a variety of love-esque songs like she did for me last year. Actually, the second idea was a bunch of Charmed-sound clips and then a song, but it's not so easy to find those, so... yeah. Anyway. Now it's not Valentine's Day, but I've got a stash of love songs seeing as they multiply like rabbits.
Annnnnd I'm not so good with the love songs. They tend to appear in my life when I'm beginning to really disconnect with things. Which I am. Again. Which amuses me, sort of in a disconnected way, because sometime last week I had one of those blinding moments where you just feel very content and happy with how things turned out. Sort of. Just getting into the swing of things again, I guess. Now, not so much.
Disconnected. Whee. I feel like saying that over and over for some reason.
Oh. The power was out for a good chunk of yester-today. [wednesday] For some reason SCE&G likes you to actually pay your bill for some reason. The double-suck-whammy of this was I'd just managed to get the computer to not seem riddled with virus germs. Blah.
Disconnected. It's just a fun word. But not in the context, I guess. I'm sure it's just the middle of the night blahs. Yes? Yes.
It must be.
Disconnect.
Please hang up and try your call again.
...
Okay. Kind of disturbing this mood swing. Someone tainted the girl scout cookies! They weren't made of real girl scouts!
No. I am not drunk. Or high. Or even on an anti-depression pill that used to give out fun side effects. God, I'm so glad to not be taking that stuff anymore. You know something is fucked up when you take it for two weeks, get massive headaches, hyper, really mellow, and then, when you tire of not knowing what you you'll be that day, you quit and you get freakishly sick.
Okay. It's passed. I think.
*passes out*
