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First an apology to Jake. I set my alarm and left a note on the phone so that someone would wake me up. My alarm probably went off, but I didn't hear it. I also slept through my various wake up calls to the point where I think someone was sent up to see if I was dead. Maybe they were kidding about that. But since I wasn't awake, I'm not sure.
I slept right on through until dinner, and even then I don't think I woke up fully until I started watching my LXG and about the time my favorite character pranced across screen, I felt all kinds of guilty. I meant to call, I did. But you said that after eight the phone would be off, and it was after eight. :/ I'm sorry! Forgiveness? I can grovel if you'd like.
Of course, I'm still tired as hell. But maybe that was from watching all the extras on the DVD and the movie too? Yeah. Spending three hours or so lying on the couch is so much work afterall.
... kink!
Speaking of which, Stuart Townsend is yummier than a man has a right to be all dandified as he was. Oh, yes. And while the movie wasn't half as amusing the second go round without someone to snicker at the Sword of the Sea [Ocean? Whatever], the Nemomobile, and all the "don't shoot too soon"s and the "eager young boy" cracks, the plot finally gelled enough for me to not feel like I'd missed something massive. So yay for that! Boo for the realization that Shane West annoyed the piss out of me whenever he was on screen and had to speak. He practically had a sign that said, "fangirls of the underage variety, love me!" following him. Or maybe the accent was just jarring when thrown in with everyone else's. Hrmm.
Rant: AOL is a stupid freakin' whore. If you've only got two local access numbers for me, and one of them doesn't work at all and the other seems to like to avoid working 5 days out of the week, then maybe you'd best add some more or I'm going to call and give them hell and tell them they ain't getting paid until their service sucks less than it does now. [and should anyone feel the need to say, aol sucks, man. you shouldn't use it use a real ISP, I will fucking kick you in the goddamned crotch, which'll hurt, even if you do have girlie parts.]
And now that I've had enough Taco Bell mild sauce to make me happy, I'm off to read, watch some TV, feel a smidge guilty, and deny myself the chance to blow my last $20 on a toy that I don't need.
Really. I am.
Proof that I am still a little kid because I want these. :p
I slept right on through until dinner, and even then I don't think I woke up fully until I started watching my LXG and about the time my favorite character pranced across screen, I felt all kinds of guilty. I meant to call, I did. But you said that after eight the phone would be off, and it was after eight. :/ I'm sorry! Forgiveness? I can grovel if you'd like.
Of course, I'm still tired as hell. But maybe that was from watching all the extras on the DVD and the movie too? Yeah. Spending three hours or so lying on the couch is so much work afterall.
... kink!
Speaking of which, Stuart Townsend is yummier than a man has a right to be all dandified as he was. Oh, yes. And while the movie wasn't half as amusing the second go round without someone to snicker at the Sword of the Sea [Ocean? Whatever], the Nemomobile, and all the "don't shoot too soon"s and the "eager young boy" cracks, the plot finally gelled enough for me to not feel like I'd missed something massive. So yay for that! Boo for the realization that Shane West annoyed the piss out of me whenever he was on screen and had to speak. He practically had a sign that said, "fangirls of the underage variety, love me!" following him. Or maybe the accent was just jarring when thrown in with everyone else's. Hrmm.
Rant: AOL is a stupid freakin' whore. If you've only got two local access numbers for me, and one of them doesn't work at all and the other seems to like to avoid working 5 days out of the week, then maybe you'd best add some more or I'm going to call and give them hell and tell them they ain't getting paid until their service sucks less than it does now. [and should anyone feel the need to say, aol sucks, man. you shouldn't use it use a real ISP, I will fucking kick you in the goddamned crotch, which'll hurt, even if you do have girlie parts.]
And now that I've had enough Taco Bell mild sauce to make me happy, I'm off to read, watch some TV, feel a smidge guilty, and deny myself the chance to blow my last $20 on a toy that I don't need.
Really. I am.
Proof that I am still a little kid because I want these. :p
