jaise chand dardtha hai
Stolen from darkelfgrl.
STEP ONE: Spell your name with songs.
(d)il gira dafatan, A. R. Rahman for Delhi-6 which oddly enough was in my head when I woke up.
(r)ehna tu, ditto. Still utterly in love with it.
(i)dentify, Natalia Imbruglia.
STEP TWO:
Name: dri
Birth date: 4 February 1980.
Nickname: Foolish, Neeeesh, NishyNooNah.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Black.
Zodiac Sign: Soooooo Aquarian, darling.
STEP THREE:
The shoes you wore today: Black ribboned Victorian boots.
Your weaknesses: Chocolate and books books books.
Your fear(s): Not finishing this novel.
Your perfect pizza: Any kind right now, god I want pizza.
STEP FOUR:
Your best physical feature: That would be my hair. Extraordinarily awesome today, very long very defined very shiny curls. Very Leo manelike.
Your bedtime: Should be ten, usually closer to midnight.
Most missed memory: how can I miss it if I still remember it? Most favourite memory right now? Pizza, frankly. But no, um, seriously, Saturday lunch back at the Aunt's place with the Aquarian cuz-cuz and her high-larious boy. Too much fun. We so need to do it again.
STEP FIVE: This Or That…
Pepsi or Coke: Vanilla Coke. If I have to.
McDonald’s or Burger King: Dude, do we still have Burger King here? I thought Hungry Jack's got them all out. But no, I'd go Maccas since the changed menu, prolly the lean beef burger.
Adidas or Nike: *laughs self into an aneurysm*
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: EWWWWWWWWWWWW sugar much?!
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate all the way, baby. Raspberry chocolate mousse if you've --- ooh, I have some in the fridge! Good o.
Cappuccino or coffee: Neither, thank you. Man, I am so good. *is very proud of self for having weaned self off coffee for the second time* Actually I'm really craving orange juice this week. Must be the incipient flu.
STEP SIX: Do You…
Smoke? Nope.
Curse? In fits and starts, depending on what I've been reading or watching.
Sing? Only when I can't help myself.
Dance? Only when I have waaaaaayyyyy too much energy to burn and if the song has taken hold of my hindbrain.
Take a shower everyday? Ewww. God, no. And it's winter.
Have a crush? Yeah, it's not a crush any more. It passed the stage of a crush about eight months ago. But, in the words of Georgia Nicolson, I have put my foot down with a firm hand and doing the mature equivalent of sticking my fingers in my ears and going "LALALALLALAAAAAAAA!"
Think you’ve been in love? Yeah, but really that was cos he thought he was. Poor bugger.
Want to go to college? Go back, yep. Eventually.
Like high school? Yeah, was cool. I had awesome teachers. Awesome.
Want to get married? LALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Get motion sickness? Only a very little when I tried to read Empire Of The Sun on the five hour drive back from Geraldton in April. Dunno. Does anyone in Australia get motion sickness? Can we afford to?
Think you’re attractive? Huh. Not with my face the way it is at the moment. I mean spots, that's what I mean. Usually I'm fine with my face.
Think you’re a health freak? *laughs self into a blue fit*
Get along with your parents? Happily, that is not an issue.
STEP SEVEN: In the past month…
Gone to the mall? *tries to remember* Er, yeah, I guess. I kinda walk through one almost every workday. Actually I walk through two. But specifically for shopping? Yeppers. For the wedding last Friday.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos? Nah. Not too fond of them. A whole bag of Woolworths Lite potato chips? Try two. God, I love them, they're so light and crispy and all with the salt. Totally addicted.
Eaten sushi? Yup. But not lately. Huh, should remedy that.
Been on stage? Yep. Back in India. I wore a green skirt. I hated that green skirt.
Gone skating? Ice, no. Normal, way back when. Can't do it now, god that sucks.
Made homemade cookies? Nope, but I used to do fudge back in high school. Great recipe.
Gone skinny dipping? Yep. Only cos I left my swimmers at home and looked like a boy back then. Yes, really, Michael.
Stolen anything? No, I was lame enough to remember two hours later that I hadn't paid and rushed back, all apologies. He laughed at me. *glowers*
STEP EIGHT: Ever…
Played a game that required removal of clothing? Heh. Not yet.
Flashed anyone? Aye. Inadvertantly so. Fucking stupid slinky red dress. Never wore it again.
Been beaten up? Not so much.
Shoplifted? Nuh uh.
STEP NINE:
Age you hope to be married: Why is this a given?
Number of Children: Two.
Describe your Dream Wedding: Yeah, it'll have to be the Royal Lawn at the Botanic Gardens, they do a really nice arrangement of chairs with a narrow red carpet for the aisle and a little pillar for the altar thingie. And I realised over the weekend that we could have a celebrant. Would be really cool if it was a friend or a family member. And I'd want Michael to be my best man or maid of honour if he wants, even if he has to come all the way from Spain or wherever. And my family can tramp all the way over the grass if they want to come. Hopefully his family will be large enough to balance out mine. Oy. And we'd have to argue about music. *nods*
STEP TEN: In the opposite sex...
Best eye color?: Blue, blue, blue. Although ironically enough, it hasn't been lately.
Best hair color?: Definitely dark, darker the better. I'm really not attracted to blonds. Owen Wilson was the one exception but that vanished with the overdose. Lost all respect for him.
Short hair or long hair?: Heh. Again another irony, shorter and more conventional the better. Mostly because I like a guy who can pass between all levels of society, a guy who could look totally conventional and be anything but. Depths. And there's something very sexy about a sharp haircut that shows off the bones of a man's face and the elegant shape of his head. Yum. Plus, with my hair the length it is, him having long hair would make for a fucking pigsty of a household. I have enough trouble with mine.
Height: You know, I always wonder what it must be like to be with a guy of the same height with everything lining up as it should so you fit right into him. That must be so nice. Pity I am never attracted to men my own height, except for that one second with Michael arching his eyebrow at the lady who pushed past us. *lol*
STEP ELEVEN:
Number of people I could trust with my life: About five.
Number of CDs that I own: Urgh, I was wondering this a few weeks ago, talking to the new boy at work. I estimate about three hundred.
Number of tattoos: Two and one begging to bloom forth.
Number of piercings: None, any more. Oh shit, I'm going to have to get that one, aren't I? Damn, I keep forgetting.
PERSONAL QUIZ
Who were you with yesterday? My own precious self. Cabin fever.
What woke you up this morning? Robbie, Marieke and the Doctor.
Where are you? In my black satin pajamas, in bed, in my studio, in Annandale, in Sydney.
Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Dunno. Oh wait, yes! Cos I'm having dinner with the Aunt before she jets off to the US and the UK.
THE PAST
Ever thrown up in public? Urgh. Yes. At Oatley Station on a Sunday morning after a birthday celebration the night before at my cousin's apartment. I think. There were vodka shots. Multiple. Funny, I was just remembering that on Friday afternoon.
Passed out because of alcohol? Only asleep in my bed.
What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW? This song always makes me cry, god I can't believe how much that movie made me cry. I feel it right here in my chest. Damn you, Aamir. Damn you, Rahman.
THE FUTURE
What kind of home would you like? *sigh* It's in Drummoyne, on St Georges Crescent, deep green garden of levels bordered with a lush green hedge, big enough for a dog. The house has big glass windows on the ground level and looks like it goes back a fair way. And it has a turret that looks towards the harbour. I wonder if it's still there. Aaaaahhhhh, I found it on Google Maps! It's still there! 92 St Georges Crescent, Drummoyne, NSW. Oh man, those hedges still make me so happy just to look upon.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Self-realised.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Dude, I'm afraid to think. Things could be very very different in every single way. Or they could be exactly the same. I can't even imagine.
IN GENERAL
Do you like candy necklaces? Whut?
When was the last time you fell over or ran into something? Nearly turned into the mirrored bathroom door a few days ago. For the split second, I forgot it was there. Nasty moment.
Do you listen to music every day? Like I breathe.
Do you still go trick or treating? Never did, mate.
What was the last thing you ate? *squints* Packet of Maltesers.
Are you a fast typer? 84wpm last time I tested about four years ago.
What’s your favorite type of soda? I don't, any more.
Have you ever moved? Dude. Almost since I was born.
Have you ever won an award? Yep, won elocution comps and essay contests every year at school back in India.
Are you listening to music right now? Yep, moving through all my Rahman files.
How long ’till your birthday? Er. *tries to count* Less than a year?
When were you the saddest in your whole life? Hard question to answer. There's a sadness you can carry with you your whole life but it doesn't necessarily mean you're sad all the time, neither are there any particular events that make you sadder than others. Also, I tend to get angry rather than sad. *shrug* We're a very resilient bunch, my family, we tend not to waste time on being sad.
What time is it? 10.27pm.
Do you use ebay to buy or sell? Nah.
Who makes you mad? People trying to wield power over me. Fuck that shit.
Have you ever heard a song written about you? *lol* No. But I have been thanked in the liner notes of an album.
Something you want to happen in 2009? Finish this novel! I could, if I really push myself.
Summer 2009? Dude, I can't think all the way to December when it's only just begun May.
HONESTY SECTION
1. Honestly, what color is your underwear? *has to look* Black.
2. Honestly, what’s on your mind? Possibly I should eat. Naahhh, not hungry. I could eat tomorrow morning.
3. Honestly, what are you doing right now? Tagging a song on Box.net and trying not to get emotional about the instrumental version of this song.
4. Honestly, have you done something bad today? *thinks* Possibly. I was very deep into my new Georgia Nicolson book, And Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers, to the point where the lady who came to relieve me in court had to poke my arm in front of everyone. I could get in trouble for that. Probably won't, though.
5. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Lamely enough, the boss on Monday to tell her I'm available for Wednesday through to Friday.
6. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Not right now but I think I was earlier today. It surprised me a little because it's such an unusual emotion. Now I can't remember why. Maybe Anne-Marie Duff? No, wait, that was the dream I just had about macking on McAvoy. Shame on me.
7. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? My own laziness.
8. Honestly, do you bite your nails? Oh hell, yeah. But only when they get too long or too brittle.
9. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder? Only if you count an addiction to popcorn.
10. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment? God, yes.
11. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now? Sort of but it's not mine and hopefully by June, it won't be a secret. *crosses fingers her parents don't behave like asses*
12. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like? Wouldn't call them a friend.
13. Honestly, are you in denial? Comfortably so. Or I'd drive myself insane. Aren't we all?
14. Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat? Not unless I'm woken by hunger pangs.
15. Honestly, do you like anyone? God, yes.
16. Honestly, does anyone like you? *rolls eyes* And that would be the sixty-four million dollar question. Hence the denial.
ANGER SECTION
1. What do you do when you’re mad? Erupt and then go cold and silent.
2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? Hit a guy so hard he staggered back a few steps.
3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Yep.
4. Do you swear when you’re mad? Oddly enough, far less than when I'm happy. Hee.
CRYING SECTION
1. When was the last time you actually cried? I think last night during an episode of Dead Like Me. The storyline with Reggie and Joy gets me really hard.
2. Ever cried yourself to sleep? Yes. But not for years.
3. Do certain songs make you cry? Er. *indicates song*
4. What usually makes you cry? Good emotional writing in television or movies.
HAPPY SECTION
1. Are you usually a happy person? I think so. There are levels.
2. What makes you the happiest? Talking books or music or movies or How I Met Your Mother with clever well-informed enthusiastic people. Ergo, babbling with friends.
3. Do you believe in yourself? Nobody else to believe in.
4. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy? Yeah, I blush a little and think "God, you're so vain, you idiot!"
EXTRA
Post a picture that makes you happy right now.
Cos it's a header I'm working on ... Priyanka Chopra in a promo still from Yakeen, very excellent rather hot movie. I love that sari. I love her bangles.
And cos he totally invaded my dreams when just a few days ago I told the McEnabler at the Video Store that I was staying away from him and cos I've been fighting the urge over the past week or so to watch Penelope.
*whimpers* It's that mouth. I swear I can still taste it. Stupid subconsciousness. Sorry, Anne-Marie.
Hmm. There are edits I need to do to the last two scenes. Better do that and take myself to bed with the next Georgia Nicolson instalment, Startled By His Furry Shorts. C'monnnnnn, Georgie!
STEP ONE: Spell your name with songs.
(d)il gira dafatan, A. R. Rahman for Delhi-6 which oddly enough was in my head when I woke up.
(r)ehna tu, ditto. Still utterly in love with it.
(i)dentify, Natalia Imbruglia.
STEP TWO:
Name: dri
Birth date: 4 February 1980.
Nickname: Foolish, Neeeesh, NishyNooNah.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Black.
Zodiac Sign: Soooooo Aquarian, darling.
STEP THREE:
The shoes you wore today: Black ribboned Victorian boots.
Your weaknesses: Chocolate and books books books.
Your fear(s): Not finishing this novel.
Your perfect pizza: Any kind right now, god I want pizza.
STEP FOUR:
Your best physical feature: That would be my hair. Extraordinarily awesome today, very long very defined very shiny curls. Very Leo manelike.
Your bedtime: Should be ten, usually closer to midnight.
Most missed memory: how can I miss it if I still remember it? Most favourite memory right now? Pizza, frankly. But no, um, seriously, Saturday lunch back at the Aunt's place with the Aquarian cuz-cuz and her high-larious boy. Too much fun. We so need to do it again.
STEP FIVE: This Or That…
Pepsi or Coke: Vanilla Coke. If I have to.
McDonald’s or Burger King: Dude, do we still have Burger King here? I thought Hungry Jack's got them all out. But no, I'd go Maccas since the changed menu, prolly the lean beef burger.
Adidas or Nike: *laughs self into an aneurysm*
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: EWWWWWWWWWWWW sugar much?!
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate all the way, baby. Raspberry chocolate mousse if you've --- ooh, I have some in the fridge! Good o.
Cappuccino or coffee: Neither, thank you. Man, I am so good. *is very proud of self for having weaned self off coffee for the second time* Actually I'm really craving orange juice this week. Must be the incipient flu.
STEP SIX: Do You…
Smoke? Nope.
Curse? In fits and starts, depending on what I've been reading or watching.
Sing? Only when I can't help myself.
Dance? Only when I have waaaaaayyyyy too much energy to burn and if the song has taken hold of my hindbrain.
Take a shower everyday? Ewww. God, no. And it's winter.
Have a crush? Yeah, it's not a crush any more. It passed the stage of a crush about eight months ago. But, in the words of Georgia Nicolson, I have put my foot down with a firm hand and doing the mature equivalent of sticking my fingers in my ears and going "LALALALLALAAAAAAAA!"
Think you’ve been in love? Yeah, but really that was cos he thought he was. Poor bugger.
Want to go to college? Go back, yep. Eventually.
Like high school? Yeah, was cool. I had awesome teachers. Awesome.
Want to get married? LALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Get motion sickness? Only a very little when I tried to read Empire Of The Sun on the five hour drive back from Geraldton in April. Dunno. Does anyone in Australia get motion sickness? Can we afford to?
Think you’re attractive? Huh. Not with my face the way it is at the moment. I mean spots, that's what I mean. Usually I'm fine with my face.
Think you’re a health freak? *laughs self into a blue fit*
Get along with your parents? Happily, that is not an issue.
STEP SEVEN: In the past month…
Gone to the mall? *tries to remember* Er, yeah, I guess. I kinda walk through one almost every workday. Actually I walk through two. But specifically for shopping? Yeppers. For the wedding last Friday.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos? Nah. Not too fond of them. A whole bag of Woolworths Lite potato chips? Try two. God, I love them, they're so light and crispy and all with the salt. Totally addicted.
Eaten sushi? Yup. But not lately. Huh, should remedy that.
Been on stage? Yep. Back in India. I wore a green skirt. I hated that green skirt.
Gone skating? Ice, no. Normal, way back when. Can't do it now, god that sucks.
Made homemade cookies? Nope, but I used to do fudge back in high school. Great recipe.
Gone skinny dipping? Yep. Only cos I left my swimmers at home and looked like a boy back then. Yes, really, Michael.
Stolen anything? No, I was lame enough to remember two hours later that I hadn't paid and rushed back, all apologies. He laughed at me. *glowers*
STEP EIGHT: Ever…
Played a game that required removal of clothing? Heh. Not yet.
Flashed anyone? Aye. Inadvertantly so. Fucking stupid slinky red dress. Never wore it again.
Been beaten up? Not so much.
Shoplifted? Nuh uh.
STEP NINE:
Age you hope to be married: Why is this a given?
Number of Children: Two.
Describe your Dream Wedding: Yeah, it'll have to be the Royal Lawn at the Botanic Gardens, they do a really nice arrangement of chairs with a narrow red carpet for the aisle and a little pillar for the altar thingie. And I realised over the weekend that we could have a celebrant. Would be really cool if it was a friend or a family member. And I'd want Michael to be my best man or maid of honour if he wants, even if he has to come all the way from Spain or wherever. And my family can tramp all the way over the grass if they want to come. Hopefully his family will be large enough to balance out mine. Oy. And we'd have to argue about music. *nods*
STEP TEN: In the opposite sex...
Best eye color?: Blue, blue, blue. Although ironically enough, it hasn't been lately.
Best hair color?: Definitely dark, darker the better. I'm really not attracted to blonds. Owen Wilson was the one exception but that vanished with the overdose. Lost all respect for him.
Short hair or long hair?: Heh. Again another irony, shorter and more conventional the better. Mostly because I like a guy who can pass between all levels of society, a guy who could look totally conventional and be anything but. Depths. And there's something very sexy about a sharp haircut that shows off the bones of a man's face and the elegant shape of his head. Yum. Plus, with my hair the length it is, him having long hair would make for a fucking pigsty of a household. I have enough trouble with mine.
Height: You know, I always wonder what it must be like to be with a guy of the same height with everything lining up as it should so you fit right into him. That must be so nice. Pity I am never attracted to men my own height, except for that one second with Michael arching his eyebrow at the lady who pushed past us. *lol*
STEP ELEVEN:
Number of people I could trust with my life: About five.
Number of CDs that I own: Urgh, I was wondering this a few weeks ago, talking to the new boy at work. I estimate about three hundred.
Number of tattoos: Two and one begging to bloom forth.
Number of piercings: None, any more. Oh shit, I'm going to have to get that one, aren't I? Damn, I keep forgetting.
PERSONAL QUIZ
Who were you with yesterday? My own precious self. Cabin fever.
What woke you up this morning? Robbie, Marieke and the Doctor.
Where are you? In my black satin pajamas, in bed, in my studio, in Annandale, in Sydney.
Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Dunno. Oh wait, yes! Cos I'm having dinner with the Aunt before she jets off to the US and the UK.
THE PAST
Ever thrown up in public? Urgh. Yes. At Oatley Station on a Sunday morning after a birthday celebration the night before at my cousin's apartment. I think. There were vodka shots. Multiple. Funny, I was just remembering that on Friday afternoon.
Passed out because of alcohol? Only asleep in my bed.
What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW? This song always makes me cry, god I can't believe how much that movie made me cry. I feel it right here in my chest. Damn you, Aamir. Damn you, Rahman.
THE FUTURE
What kind of home would you like? *sigh* It's in Drummoyne, on St Georges Crescent, deep green garden of levels bordered with a lush green hedge, big enough for a dog. The house has big glass windows on the ground level and looks like it goes back a fair way. And it has a turret that looks towards the harbour. I wonder if it's still there. Aaaaahhhhh, I found it on Google Maps! It's still there! 92 St Georges Crescent, Drummoyne, NSW. Oh man, those hedges still make me so happy just to look upon.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Self-realised.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Dude, I'm afraid to think. Things could be very very different in every single way. Or they could be exactly the same. I can't even imagine.
IN GENERAL
Do you like candy necklaces? Whut?
When was the last time you fell over or ran into something? Nearly turned into the mirrored bathroom door a few days ago. For the split second, I forgot it was there. Nasty moment.
Do you listen to music every day? Like I breathe.
Do you still go trick or treating? Never did, mate.
What was the last thing you ate? *squints* Packet of Maltesers.
Are you a fast typer? 84wpm last time I tested about four years ago.
What’s your favorite type of soda? I don't, any more.
Have you ever moved? Dude. Almost since I was born.
Have you ever won an award? Yep, won elocution comps and essay contests every year at school back in India.
Are you listening to music right now? Yep, moving through all my Rahman files.
How long ’till your birthday? Er. *tries to count* Less than a year?
When were you the saddest in your whole life? Hard question to answer. There's a sadness you can carry with you your whole life but it doesn't necessarily mean you're sad all the time, neither are there any particular events that make you sadder than others. Also, I tend to get angry rather than sad. *shrug* We're a very resilient bunch, my family, we tend not to waste time on being sad.
What time is it? 10.27pm.
Do you use ebay to buy or sell? Nah.
Who makes you mad? People trying to wield power over me. Fuck that shit.
Have you ever heard a song written about you? *lol* No. But I have been thanked in the liner notes of an album.
Something you want to happen in 2009? Finish this novel! I could, if I really push myself.
Summer 2009? Dude, I can't think all the way to December when it's only just begun May.
HONESTY SECTION
1. Honestly, what color is your underwear? *has to look* Black.
2. Honestly, what’s on your mind? Possibly I should eat. Naahhh, not hungry. I could eat tomorrow morning.
3. Honestly, what are you doing right now? Tagging a song on Box.net and trying not to get emotional about the instrumental version of this song.
4. Honestly, have you done something bad today? *thinks* Possibly. I was very deep into my new Georgia Nicolson book, And Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers, to the point where the lady who came to relieve me in court had to poke my arm in front of everyone. I could get in trouble for that. Probably won't, though.
5. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Lamely enough, the boss on Monday to tell her I'm available for Wednesday through to Friday.
6. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Not right now but I think I was earlier today. It surprised me a little because it's such an unusual emotion. Now I can't remember why. Maybe Anne-Marie Duff? No, wait, that was the dream I just had about macking on McAvoy. Shame on me.
7. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time? My own laziness.
8. Honestly, do you bite your nails? Oh hell, yeah. But only when they get too long or too brittle.
9. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder? Only if you count an addiction to popcorn.
10. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment? God, yes.
11. Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now? Sort of but it's not mine and hopefully by June, it won't be a secret. *crosses fingers her parents don't behave like asses*
12. Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like? Wouldn't call them a friend.
13. Honestly, are you in denial? Comfortably so. Or I'd drive myself insane. Aren't we all?
14. Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat? Not unless I'm woken by hunger pangs.
15. Honestly, do you like anyone? God, yes.
16. Honestly, does anyone like you? *rolls eyes* And that would be the sixty-four million dollar question. Hence the denial.
ANGER SECTION
1. What do you do when you’re mad? Erupt and then go cold and silent.
2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? Hit a guy so hard he staggered back a few steps.
3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Yep.
4. Do you swear when you’re mad? Oddly enough, far less than when I'm happy. Hee.
CRYING SECTION
1. When was the last time you actually cried? I think last night during an episode of Dead Like Me. The storyline with Reggie and Joy gets me really hard.
2. Ever cried yourself to sleep? Yes. But not for years.
3. Do certain songs make you cry? Er. *indicates song*
4. What usually makes you cry? Good emotional writing in television or movies.
HAPPY SECTION
1. Are you usually a happy person? I think so. There are levels.
2. What makes you the happiest? Talking books or music or movies or How I Met Your Mother with clever well-informed enthusiastic people. Ergo, babbling with friends.
3. Do you believe in yourself? Nobody else to believe in.
4. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy? Yeah, I blush a little and think "God, you're so vain, you idiot!"
EXTRA
Post a picture that makes you happy right now.
Cos it's a header I'm working on ... Priyanka Chopra in a promo still from Yakeen, very excellent rather hot movie. I love that sari. I love her bangles.
And cos he totally invaded my dreams when just a few days ago I told the McEnabler at the Video Store that I was staying away from him and cos I've been fighting the urge over the past week or so to watch Penelope.
*whimpers* It's that mouth. I swear I can still taste it. Stupid subconsciousness. Sorry, Anne-Marie.
Hmm. There are edits I need to do to the last two scenes. Better do that and take myself to bed with the next Georgia Nicolson instalment, Startled By His Furry Shorts. C'monnnnnn, Georgie!