...he's just pretty.
I've got a great idea--how about I just give you all my stories and ya'll write them for me? I can give you cookies too. I'd give you a back rub with it, but I am to massage as Elaine Benes was to dance. Painful, erratic and you're praying for death before it's over. Mr. Roxy only tolerates them because I always finish up with a happy ending...I had to stop giving massages at work...no, no, kidding, I'm a kidder! Unless you want the happy ending...?
It's getting colder every day here in my little corner of heaven, and it makes me want to sleep all the time. I'm getting up at the asscrack of dawn, to get to work at nine o'clock--in the AM! What the hell kind of uncivilized time is that? I should still be stark naked and lounging in a bubble filled tub at that time of day.
Who said spoiled bitch? You in the back...
My job has it's highs and lows lately. It was interesting today--once I got over the shock of being awake so early. Don't you hate cashiering? I hate cashiering. So many strange people staring at me, wanting things from me, scaring me...especially the ones who want to be your oldest and dearest friend in the few minutes we're forced to interact. Can't I just do my job efficiently and speedily, without us promising to always write, and putting each other in our wills? What is it with Americans? Or does this weird bogus best friend forever thing happen in other countries too? It *still* freaks me when some total stranger calls me by my name. Stop that--it's creepy as hell.
Totally OT, but every once in a while I catch Dark Angel repeats on the SCiFi channel, and I was totally boggled that the reason I was watching wasn't Michael Weatherly but Jensen Ackles. A baby, tiny, girly, itty-bitty slip of a Jensen. My word, he's turned into such a very very very handsome man. Isn't it odd how someone can sneak up on you and steal your heart like that? I really thought he was a waste of meat on SV, and yet now, I'd like to shampoo his hair. Which is a delicate euphemism for 'fuck him till the neighbors call the cops.' I would say 'fuck him until we're limp and wet' but I am a woman of refinement, after all. It would be wrong to say I'd go down like the Titanic given half the chance....
Um...what was the point of all of this?
I've got a great idea--how about I just give you all my stories and ya'll write them for me? I can give you cookies too. I'd give you a back rub with it, but I am to massage as Elaine Benes was to dance. Painful, erratic and you're praying for death before it's over. Mr. Roxy only tolerates them because I always finish up with a happy ending...I had to stop giving massages at work...no, no, kidding, I'm a kidder! Unless you want the happy ending...?
It's getting colder every day here in my little corner of heaven, and it makes me want to sleep all the time. I'm getting up at the asscrack of dawn, to get to work at nine o'clock--in the AM! What the hell kind of uncivilized time is that? I should still be stark naked and lounging in a bubble filled tub at that time of day.
Who said spoiled bitch? You in the back...
My job has it's highs and lows lately. It was interesting today--once I got over the shock of being awake so early. Don't you hate cashiering? I hate cashiering. So many strange people staring at me, wanting things from me, scaring me...especially the ones who want to be your oldest and dearest friend in the few minutes we're forced to interact. Can't I just do my job efficiently and speedily, without us promising to always write, and putting each other in our wills? What is it with Americans? Or does this weird bogus best friend forever thing happen in other countries too? It *still* freaks me when some total stranger calls me by my name. Stop that--it's creepy as hell.
Totally OT, but every once in a while I catch Dark Angel repeats on the SCiFi channel, and I was totally boggled that the reason I was watching wasn't Michael Weatherly but Jensen Ackles. A baby, tiny, girly, itty-bitty slip of a Jensen. My word, he's turned into such a very very very handsome man. Isn't it odd how someone can sneak up on you and steal your heart like that? I really thought he was a waste of meat on SV, and yet now, I'd like to shampoo his hair. Which is a delicate euphemism for 'fuck him till the neighbors call the cops.' I would say 'fuck him until we're limp and wet' but I am a woman of refinement, after all. It would be wrong to say I'd go down like the Titanic given half the chance....
Um...what was the point of all of this?
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10/17/07 01:35 am (UTC)i got to work at 8:30 this morning, and it's too damn early, i tell you that.
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10/17/07 01:42 am (UTC)Making me guffaw?
It worked, BTW.
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10/17/07 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 01:52 am (UTC)got to work at 8:30 this morning, and it's too damn early, i tell you that.
Right? Barbarians, I tell ya!
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10/17/07 01:53 am (UTC)my work here is done.
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10/17/07 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 03:09 am (UTC)Say, do I have your correct address? I was looking thorugh cards from last year, and I wasn't sure. I blame it on advanced age.
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10/17/07 03:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 03:26 am (UTC)Yes, if he tasted your wares he'd never be able to have another. Poor baby.
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10/17/07 03:34 am (UTC)Oy...who was it that moved then? Dang. Well, good,I have your address. Expect a carton the size of an appliance box, with holes poked all in the side...*koff* Have coffee ready. Unless I miscalculate, in which case, have Hefty bags waiting....
heh. ;)
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10/17/07 03:39 am (UTC)Doesn't matter... you made me giggle. :D
Now... I'm going to go drool over your icon. Do you mind? ;D
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10/17/07 03:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 03:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 04:10 am (UTC)Hooray!!! Thank you so much! *hugehugs*
*is hypnotized by your icon*
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10/17/07 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 04:13 am (UTC)sending you a man? in a box? ah-hah--don't be silly, my goodness! as if!
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10/17/07 04:21 am (UTC)*accepts napkin and wipes off keyboard*
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10/17/07 04:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
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10/17/07 04:52 am (UTC)He's a very pretty man. :)
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10/17/07 12:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 06:05 pm (UTC)Jensen Ackles was totally the cutie on Dark Angel. I loved that show! Damn, I still hate that it got cancelled!
You know, your opening paragraph gives a whole new meaning to me calling myself 'happy ending girl' when I talk about the kind fanfic I like. And yet, it is still appropriate.
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10/17/07 07:04 pm (UTC)You know, when i worked the registers at the grocery in Olathe, i didn't mind it at all. I had my 'regulars' and it was fun. One old guy brought me bread that he'd made in his bread machine every day! Very cute.
:)
*uh, no, i didn't eat it. i lied and said it was tasty but it went right into the trash*
Anyway - yes! Baby!Jensen in Dark Angel is alarmingly cute! I need to own that show. Are the dvds on sale at the Tar-jay?
*smoooches you all up and down*
I wanna watch the SPN boys shampoo *each others* hair.
*la*
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10/17/07 07:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/07 11:55 pm (UTC)I luff you!
So do me these, pretty please!
*smoooooooooch*
*la*
*twirls you*
*shmooch!*
10/18/07 12:35 am (UTC)2) Love is mine, and it's a painting by an artist I really need to find again so I can say where it came from! *blushes* Anyway, helping your beloved to look spiffy says love to me. Like that scene where Lex fixes Clark's bowtie...*sigh* Love.
3) Mame! And I love you, thank you!! I use it when I'm feeling carefree, or when I *want* to feel carefree. ;)
4) Lex is beautiful, and in black and white even more so. This one's by
5)Clark--pretty, so very pretty. *g* Hero made this, and I stole it. I steal her icons a lot. :)
6)Isn't the angel beautiful? I've been looking for a proper icon for sad times, you know--something that expresses the sadness I feel when someone is in pain, has had a loss. Since we can't use our expressions, we have to find something that projects emotion, yes? <lj user="strlingdrgnfly" made the perfect icon I think. 7) and the old guy is Toby, Lex's hippie viet-nam vet 'doctor'. To me, he was a field surgeon in the Nam, and takes odd jobs now, from guys like Lex...he's a real cool guy in Fanon, lol! He's me--old, crabby, but still kicking! :) OOOo, this was fun!
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10/18/07 12:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/18/07 12:38 am (UTC)The DVDs are at Target! I only see season 1, though. Which seasons do you want?
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10/18/07 12:40 am (UTC)but see, when you add the Miss to Bitch, it's instantly refined. *nods*
<your opening paragraph gives a whole new meaning to me calling myself 'happy ending girl' when I talk about the kind fanfic I like. And yet, it is still appropriate.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!! *nods frantically*
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10/18/07 12:55 am (UTC)How much is it? It's pretty damn cheap on Amazon, even though i hate buying from Amazon...
Re: *shmooch!*
10/18/07 12:57 am (UTC)Ooh, i like your thinking behind 'love'. So sweet!
Life is a banquet! Wheeeee!
He *is* very arresting to look at, Mr. L is... :)
Too pretty for words. Just gag him, please.
*la*
It's a lovely angel, yes, and i know what you mean...
Ooh! 'Nam vet! I have such a tender spot in my heart for those guys. How cool!
Thanks for playing, bay-bee!
*smoooooooooooooooooches you*
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10/18/07 12:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
10/18/07 01:30 am (UTC)*bounce*
You roxor. Thank you!
*smoooooch*