Don't You Move
I Constantly Thank God For Esteban
I was bored yesterday at home, so I decided to play the Withnail & I drinking game. Well, not with alcohol of course, apple juice! If I even TRIED to down as much whiskey and sherry as Withnail, I'd have to be sent to the hospital he drinks so much. So yeah, I ran out of apple juice halfway, paused the movie, made a huge batch of banana smoothie, and downed that for the rest of the flick. "Always bring a banana to a party. Bananas're good." ^^
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
Jeez, it takes me forever to get off my lazy bum and and work on the graphics journal. I just have the header left and everything'll be set but ... I'm usually reading a good slash fic and don't wanna get to it. So if anything's gonna happen, it'll probably happen near the next millenium. Hee. No. I'll TRY to get everything done today. And I've decided the first batch of stuff I put up will be my Bush stuff. No, not President Bush, GOD no. LIEUTENANT Bush. You know, Paul McGann in a pointy hat. <3
The weather today is slightly sarcastic.
I feel like going shopping. Those of you that don't know me IRL, I have NO fashion sense. I mean, I just throw things together and most of the time, I'm cosplaying some anime/manga/Master and Commander character. I'm a tomboy too, so I get mistaken for a guy A LOT. I've decided I'm going to try to change that. A new wardrobe would make me squee. I'm going to miss my frilly white pirate shirts though. And breeches. Nah ... I'll keep 'em and wear 'em around the house. XD