brandy and mr. whiskers!

I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'd sing and dance and stuff, but I'm kind of cold and need a nap before I have the energy to do all that. :p

But! I did buy some candy. A box ' Russell Stover cream candies. Because, yummy! Oddly enough, I think Mom's right. I think we can split the box semi easily. Just about anything she likes, I don't. Just aboot anything I like, she doesn't. So no real chocolate fights. Which is good. Also bought Thomas a valentine candy.. thing. Spongebob! Which isn't as evil as I originally thought, but for the most part I find Spongebob himself to be really. fucking. annoying.

Laaaa. Now I'm cold again. It's cold, so I'm not coming down with something [that I know of.]...

And yesterday, I had the weirdest dream. You were, there, and you... Wait. No. Just you. Kay. This is probably actually a series of dreams that for whatever reason bled into one another without me really noticing.
( jaws is dead, man. )

... Yeah.

To do today:

- Clean off the computer, both physically [dust!] and of the pictures and crap bringing it dooowwwwnn]
- play with Smitten Mitten
- play with Princi, Panda, and Alice [ yay! ]
- take a picture of the whole damn fleet. Yes. the WHOLE thing. All... 46 [I think?] dolls.

Now warm fuzzies to Rose cuz of The Sale, and I'm off to bed for a bit.

Oh. Anyone who watches brandy & mr. whiskers? you officially rock. bueno rufus said so.

If you'll step this way, the giant army of dolls will take your clothes

You know who I love? Better than Ezra. Which is why I might just have to program 100.5 on the radio in the car. Because they play BtE, and this makes me happy.
desperately wanting...
i remember running through the wet grass
falling a step behind

*screams* All joy levels depeted. Cranky? Bitchy? Check and double check. But I don't want to go to the fucking store. I don't want to fucking make fucking dinner [no, I couldn't think of another way to throw "fucking" in there, sorry. well i could, but that'd be silly] and I'm sorry if this makes me awful. But I had to work all fucking last night and for some reason it's FINE for Dad and Our Lady of Perpetually Stoned to slack off when they get home from work, but because I work at night I'm supposed to just magically be up for anything because the fucking sun is up? FUCK THAT. Newsflash, idiots. Your day? Is my night. So lemme sleep, goddammit. >_<

Hrmm. I think I'm going to use my free pizza coupon from Papa Johns and say, "sucks to be you guys, huh?"

( Fleet! )

So. That pretty much concludes the Fleet tour. If you have a name for one of the Nameless, lemme know. If you're dying to have one named after you, pick a Nameless and we'll see if the name fits.