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Winter just wasn't my season
Aug. 18th, 2005 07:50 amMy feet are killing me. It's been raining for the last forever and it started pouring so hard earlier I thought maybe the sky had just flat out broken. I know, it doesn't seem possible, but that's how it seemed, okay?
If the general thought amongst the Pullip community is correct about the December dolls, I'm so dead. So, so, soooo dead. See Fanatica. See Lan. Only where I realized I wasn't fond enough of Lan to hunt her down like the rarity she was programmed to be, I might actually want these two. Which is sort of odd since I don't think I was overly fond of bleeding eyes. On the other hand, I'd rather get a doll, realize I loathe her, and pawn her off on someone else than risk not seeing and adoring. In certain cases, anyway. Latte? Not so much. Lan? Again, not so much. But Chibi-fanatica shall be mine. Muhah... you get the idea.
I've had Sugar, We're Goin Down in my head for the last few days. It'd be great if I could just play it over and over and knock it out of my head, but nooooooo. Instead I keep catching the video just enough that it's still stuck in my head. Stop! Out!
Which reminds me for no real reason. I heard Helena on the radio yesterday. That's a first. I guess the stop in the state will do that, eh? Twist the knife a little deeper, wave. I think you missed some vital organs. Now, if I could just catch The Ghost of You's video. Yeah, yeah, I'm a dork, remember?
Currently reading The Dirty Girls Social Club which is amusing thus far, if you ignore the rampant use of the word like.
Hmm. I'm off to watch the Charmed finale and attempt to not wonder what the hell I did with my copy of Freaky Phoebe. Oh, and first go round Evil!Future!Wyatt is all kinds of yummy hot. Second!Evil is still better than dorky good Wyatt. :p Still, the whole Wy/Leo father/son relationship is adorable. On the other hand, Chris is so the bastard unwanted son. Oh, don't look at me. You know it's true.
Alright. Time to go brush my hair, curl up and either sleep or watch the Charmed finale. [You know, there's something ironic about spending a ton of time on TS3 and being apart of a spoiler-rampant LJ community and avoiding most big spoilers for the final episode, but one weekend out of town and I get spoiled like nobody's business. How unfair is that?]
Some days I feel like anything is possible. I hate those days because they lie and they are always followed almost immediately by a kick down to earth so painful that it makes you doubt all sorts of things. On the other hand, it's nice to feel... infinite. Sort of.
By the way, my mood theme is still fantabulous. No. Seriously. And yet... I'm already plotting the next one. In a very vague, "I should, shouldn't I?" sort of way.
If the general thought amongst the Pullip community is correct about the December dolls, I'm so dead. So, so, soooo dead. See Fanatica. See Lan. Only where I realized I wasn't fond enough of Lan to hunt her down like the rarity she was programmed to be, I might actually want these two. Which is sort of odd since I don't think I was overly fond of bleeding eyes. On the other hand, I'd rather get a doll, realize I loathe her, and pawn her off on someone else than risk not seeing and adoring. In certain cases, anyway. Latte? Not so much. Lan? Again, not so much. But Chibi-fanatica shall be mine. Muhah... you get the idea.
I've had Sugar, We're Goin Down in my head for the last few days. It'd be great if I could just play it over and over and knock it out of my head, but nooooooo. Instead I keep catching the video just enough that it's still stuck in my head. Stop! Out!
Which reminds me for no real reason. I heard Helena on the radio yesterday. That's a first. I guess the stop in the state will do that, eh? Twist the knife a little deeper, wave. I think you missed some vital organs. Now, if I could just catch The Ghost of You's video. Yeah, yeah, I'm a dork, remember?
Currently reading The Dirty Girls Social Club which is amusing thus far, if you ignore the rampant use of the word like.
Hmm. I'm off to watch the Charmed finale and attempt to not wonder what the hell I did with my copy of Freaky Phoebe. Oh, and first go round Evil!Future!Wyatt is all kinds of yummy hot. Second!Evil is still better than dorky good Wyatt. :p Still, the whole Wy/Leo father/son relationship is adorable. On the other hand, Chris is so the bastard unwanted son. Oh, don't look at me. You know it's true.
Alright. Time to go brush my hair, curl up and either sleep or watch the Charmed finale. [You know, there's something ironic about spending a ton of time on TS3 and being apart of a spoiler-rampant LJ community and avoiding most big spoilers for the final episode, but one weekend out of town and I get spoiled like nobody's business. How unfair is that?]
Some days I feel like anything is possible. I hate those days because they lie and they are always followed almost immediately by a kick down to earth so painful that it makes you doubt all sorts of things. On the other hand, it's nice to feel... infinite. Sort of.
By the way, my mood theme is still fantabulous. No. Seriously. And yet... I'm already plotting the next one. In a very vague, "I should, shouldn't I?" sort of way.
