she pretends like she's immortal

If I'm ever dating someone and you hear me say, "-name here- said I couldn't spend more than" or "-name- said I couldn't buy -item I want-" or any variation thereof, I want you to smack me and tell me to break up with whoever it is, or call them on the BS. I'm trusting you all to do this. Trusting you.

Do not betray the trust.

Annnnnd now, thank you, cheerlessbeauty/Heidi! My books came today and I was so surprised. You found the Elizabeth books! *hugs* Have I told you lately I love you? :D

( Pullip Theatre Presents, Waiting for Fanatica )

Tired. Cold.

ugh

G'ah. I don't get it. It's pretty damn warm outside, but right now I'm stone cold. But not in a fun emotionless way. Just cold. *huddles under blankies*

Niagra falls has subsided [you can see me rejoicing, right?], I'm not feeling particularly pukey, but I have a massive headache. Again. This is so annoying. I'm not sure if it's just I slept funny, or because occasionally I get headaches when my hair is all snarled, or if I'm coming down with a cold, but I am not happy about the headache. Obviously.

Had a weird dream. I got to be a super hero, but not a very good one. :p I was in the grocery store and for some reason I got sick and tired of very predictable battles, so I went to the checkout and bitched one of the bad guys out before sucker punching them and then taking their little magic intercom thingie and telling people to get the hell out of the store. Which of course meant the badguys ran too. Oi.

So, after a little confusion, I'm outside and trying to help people escape from some coming badguy. Tis rather freaky, as it's just after the sun has set so there's still a glow in the sky. Just as my little dream heart is about to break from the sadness of it all, I'm walking down the street from my old elementary school with someone I don't really know. Some dude, whom I think I know outside of dreamland. Anywho, it's a nice break from being a crappy 'hero.'

And then I'm with a bunch of other supers, and we're trying to save the life of a mutual friend. And woowoo, I get to be the one who walks up to the super scary door of... evile, and is promptly denied access, again. Because there was a double cross somewhere. [There always is.] So, you've got a bunch of massively overly powerful people waiting for a friend to die, and a storm on the way. Did I mention someone had all kinds of power over the weather? Yeaaaah. So friend dies and mourning begins.

And then I woke up.

Kay, I take back the not feeling sick thing. But I'm hoping that's more a, "dude, perhaps you should eat something, man." and not a "just shoot yourself now and be done with it" kind of thing.

G'ah. I hate it when I'm feeling articulate but can't be bothered to write, and yet when I sound like a moron, I can't. Shut. Up.