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feeling old by twenty one
Jun. 5th, 2004 04:25 pmSo, I've got my Pepsi [on the rocks as it were], my Tori [I can't believe I resisted buying ToaL so long. Resistance is futile and all that jazz], and a new [to me] Anita Blake novel waiting in the wings. What more could a girl want?
Well, to know if I have any Scrubs episodes on tape anywhere. That'd be nice. To know where my nail clippers are so I could kill my ring finger's nail that's making it most difficult to type, although if I need to slice any skin, I'm thinking I could.
One of these years I'm going to fully convert Mumsy to Tori. She's halfway there, and for some reason it still amuses me to no end that she accepted Stabbing Westward far more easily. To the point where she will request 'em if I have that CD case. Of course they live in the same case as Savage Garden, so they don't really get requested all that much once she remembers that fact, but hey.
And now I will geek out and woo and hoo [and boo for one track] for Tales of a Librarian. Because some of us haven't gotten to see PoA yet. G'ah.
( but it's not how you'd think... )
and I learned what black magic can do
If there were a proper Goddess, I would be somewhere with an alcoholic drink in hand [something big and properly kahlua flavored], a friend making me laugh, and an appetizer between us, not giving a damn about calories or anything else that won't matter when we're 95.
But I'm not. I'm home and starving and lonely. But I can't stalk anyone because I have to sign off in a minute so that the phone will be free in case one of my friends remembers I'm here, damn it.
Three days of vacation. I need a drink, damn it. Odd considering I don't drink. But weird dreams, weird books, unable to sleep properly... Yeah. I want a drink and I want it now. It's happy hour somewhere in the world.
Here is your horoscope for Saturday, June 5:
Beware of bores and blatherers. You're always ultra-sensitive to the feelings of others -- but it's important to be in tune with yours, too. Don't put up with anything you don't have to.
Hrmm
Well, to know if I have any Scrubs episodes on tape anywhere. That'd be nice. To know where my nail clippers are so I could kill my ring finger's nail that's making it most difficult to type, although if I need to slice any skin, I'm thinking I could.
One of these years I'm going to fully convert Mumsy to Tori. She's halfway there, and for some reason it still amuses me to no end that she accepted Stabbing Westward far more easily. To the point where she will request 'em if I have that CD case. Of course they live in the same case as Savage Garden, so they don't really get requested all that much once she remembers that fact, but hey.
And now I will geek out and woo and hoo [and boo for one track] for Tales of a Librarian. Because some of us haven't gotten to see PoA yet. G'ah.
( but it's not how you'd think... )
and I learned what black magic can do
If there were a proper Goddess, I would be somewhere with an alcoholic drink in hand [something big and properly kahlua flavored], a friend making me laugh, and an appetizer between us, not giving a damn about calories or anything else that won't matter when we're 95.
But I'm not. I'm home and starving and lonely. But I can't stalk anyone because I have to sign off in a minute so that the phone will be free in case one of my friends remembers I'm here, damn it.
Three days of vacation. I need a drink, damn it. Odd considering I don't drink. But weird dreams, weird books, unable to sleep properly... Yeah. I want a drink and I want it now. It's happy hour somewhere in the world.
Here is your horoscope for Saturday, June 5:
Beware of bores and blatherers. You're always ultra-sensitive to the feelings of others -- but it's important to be in tune with yours, too. Don't put up with anything you don't have to.
Hrmm
