So cold

Anonymous posts piss me off, man. Actually, if they'd had the balls to leave their name, I'd still be pissed, so it's more like "stupid people I wish I could shoot piss me off." Ugh. Add to that my desire to own Mean Girls is still thwarted and you've got a grumpy Marian. Also, I keep momentarily forgetting the mafia kitties are dead, so it keeps coming as a really bad shock when I realize the black furball on the table? Has to be Belle. Can't be Dusty. Sigh.

Need to brush out my hair. I'm seriously tempted to cut it before Halloween [fyi: I usually cut my hair the first week of November, so that it can be long and scary for Halloween.] because I just lack the... something or other to brush it enough to keep it from getting this bad. Bad. Really, really bad. Ow.

Hungry.

Need to shower and finish my laundry. So much to do, so little energy.

And Tiggy, or Belle, just broke something.

*wanders back* Tiggy broke a glass.

I think, should I ever be able to spend my own money on me [this puts this wishful thinking after birthdays and stuff are taken care of, btw], I will get Mean Girls and then go about buying some anime & manga. The anime bit will be trickier though as I'm not really the type to plop down $300 bucks for something, even if it is an entire set/season/whatever. I'm cheap, damn it.

Which, for some reason, reminds me of why I will never vote for Jim DeMint jackass running for Senate. Doesn't think publically [though what his definition of publically is, I don't care to know] gay teachers should teach in public school. I'm betting he doesn't think they should teach, period. This is reason alone for me to say "fuck you and the horse you rode in on" to him.

Now. Shower.

fall to pieces

Charmed S7 banners:




Because photobucket stopped being a whore today and because callingpiper mentioned I'd slacked off in inflicting them upon you all.

Need sleep now. Weird dreams have hopefully gone to bother someone else. Also, burned my tongue by inadvertantly chewing something a little too spicy. Oops.

doll type girlie

Okay. I should probably just edit the last entry, but I'm mean and forcing you to hunt through your friends page for the banners or something. Anyway.

Some days I hate the little quirky obsessions that make other people interesting. And other days, I realize that's why I randomly love bits and pieces of other people. Tis all very weird for me. Also, have realized that thanks to being a fan of TWCT, I'm falling for dolls that are entirely too expensive for me to fall for. Someone, stop me.

... crap. Too late. I'm in love. And unlike cassandra's fling with the living dead dolls, this might last once I get my hands on one... Btw, LDD? Creep me out. I know, I shouldn't be, but the month her set lived with me, I refused to take them out of the box they were in... because they spooked me. I spook easy.

The boy is screaming. G'night