You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt? Well, sorry, sir and/or ma'am, but you can't!
Had to wake up at bumfuck early to go to the dentist - and I loathe and hate and blearrrrgh the dentist, like most people. Oddly, my teeth are strong, and I've never had an issue with them, so you'd think I'd like the dentist more, but no. I don't. I hate having people poke around in my mouth, and it's worse 'cause I just got done being sick. I just got done being prodded and annoyed by doctors. I don't want more of it. But oh, well, at least I got the nice hygienist this time. Plus, I don't have to go back for six more months, and by that time? Zelly-cakes and I will be in Portland! (Dramatic pose goes here.)
I don't frequently talk about my adventures on y!Gallery, or at least not in detail. But sadly, or happily, or whatever, I've been trawling through whitedog2's gallery of comics a lot these days. It's an impressive collection. I'd put it in the hundreds. Daunting to look at from the beginning, but I figured I may as well get in on something good that everyone else seems to be enjoying! And her (sadly, yeah, I always assume that fellow slash and yaoi fans are female) Death Note comics crack me up. Every time she draws L with a goony smile on his face, spewing "facts" to Light, trying to psychoanalyze him or correct him, I want to do a dance. Normally, I am not a fan of Death Note humor. As in, at all. I was born without that capability, sir and/or ma'am, and I just don't like reading a million jokes about Light and L being handcuffed together. It was interesting, now it's not, and I was like, "Oh, God, she's just gonna draw them trying to work out the logistics of showering with someone else cuffed to you," but no. Shockingly, no! Also, lots of cute blushing, Mello and Matt acting like jackasses to each other - complete with random charts that made me cackle at the Near-hate going on - dissing on Misa without making her into a total bitch who's out to turn Light into her personal sex slave. I dunno, I just thought they were cute! Her Naruto comics are cute, too. I love her little coin-slot Sai. XD He makes me want to what what in his butt, ya know?
Yes, I am a perv for Sai. I don't think he gets enough love, and if he does, it's the wrong kind, just people wanting to stick it to him when we all know he needs a good boy to take him home, feed him, and sit across the dinner table having a random conversation with him. Even if it just ends up being about how Sai doesn't know how to have a conversation or be random, I would like to see it. I wanna see Mr. Sai getting his appreciation. It's long due. Stop fangirling Sasuke and leaving Sai in the dust!
Any-to-the-way.
Last night, knowing I need to not spend money, knowing I shouldn't eat poorly, I went out with Zellbox to eat pizza. We had a delicious vegetarian pizza and talked forever, then wasted time in stores, annoying other retail slaves by spending a million years sniffing all the soap to decide which one we wanted. And digging through the earrings. Zell wanted hoops with etchings in them, but she also fell in love with the hoops that close in on themselves, which she's never had before. I haven't, either. I'm not dextrous enough to close them. But I got some earrings; I needed them. Mine are just studs, a pair of stars (like the nerdjob I am, I call them "paopu-shaped" earrings) and some plain sparkly ones. My days of wearing enormous earrings are over.
As I was telling Zelly-cakes, when I was, like, thirteen and fourteen years old, I was almost notorious at my school for wearing monstrously large, gaudy earrings. If it helps you picture what I'm talking about, I had several pairs of earrings so long that they touched my shoulders, and a pair so heavy that they pulled my earlobes down by about a quarter of an inch, maybe more. My dream pair of earrings was a pair of peacock feather earrings. If I wasn't wearing huge, gaudy earrings, everybody thought I was sick - that's how much the people who saw me every day came to associate me with my nutsy earrings - and what's funny is that now, if I am wearing dangly earrings, even small ones, everyone thinks I've got a hot date. My sense of style has changed a lot since that time. I always wore jeans with the same hoodies and sweaters, and the same t-shirts. Now, I still wear jeans, but I pair them with a cute top, do my hair, and I actually know what makeup is. And I've come to love my pair of skinny jeans, even if I only have three tops I can wear them with. I just think they're fun because - shock! - I can wear boots over my jeans finally. And I have three pairs of adorable boots that begged to be worn, but were being neglected due to improper jeans ownership on my part.
Thank God I got out of the dressing like an underaged walk of shame stage. I hate looking at photos of myself back then - I was already a little chubby, but I made myself look downright fat by wearing baggy sweatshirts and sweaters and t-shirts one or two sizes too big for me. I cut my hair unflatteringly short, too. Some people look gorgeous with short hair, and I'm not one of them! Anything shorter than shoulder length looks wrong on me. I'm not like Holly, who can wear her hair long or wear it short and flipped out, the way she has it now, and look beautiful either way. But I'm not lucky enough to be like Seify, either, with her beautiful long, thick hair. I wish I had Seifer's hair. I want to steal it from her. I want to omnomnom it.
momo, I hope you're reading this, so you can know I think your hair is flavorful.
Next post will be a fic post, 'cause I wrote a fic for my destry, the good o' wifey, and she insists I post it. Also, it will be posted in a new way for me: no blah blah blah, just the fic. Then the post of blah blah blah! Sounds better than the old way, right? Here's hoping so.
"If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies.... It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it."
And now...sleep for an hour before I have to get ready for class!
I don't frequently talk about my adventures on y!Gallery, or at least not in detail. But sadly, or happily, or whatever, I've been trawling through whitedog2's gallery of comics a lot these days. It's an impressive collection. I'd put it in the hundreds. Daunting to look at from the beginning, but I figured I may as well get in on something good that everyone else seems to be enjoying! And her (sadly, yeah, I always assume that fellow slash and yaoi fans are female) Death Note comics crack me up. Every time she draws L with a goony smile on his face, spewing "facts" to Light, trying to psychoanalyze him or correct him, I want to do a dance. Normally, I am not a fan of Death Note humor. As in, at all. I was born without that capability, sir and/or ma'am, and I just don't like reading a million jokes about Light and L being handcuffed together. It was interesting, now it's not, and I was like, "Oh, God, she's just gonna draw them trying to work out the logistics of showering with someone else cuffed to you," but no. Shockingly, no! Also, lots of cute blushing, Mello and Matt acting like jackasses to each other - complete with random charts that made me cackle at the Near-hate going on - dissing on Misa without making her into a total bitch who's out to turn Light into her personal sex slave. I dunno, I just thought they were cute! Her Naruto comics are cute, too. I love her little coin-slot Sai. XD He makes me want to what what in his butt, ya know?
Yes, I am a perv for Sai. I don't think he gets enough love, and if he does, it's the wrong kind, just people wanting to stick it to him when we all know he needs a good boy to take him home, feed him, and sit across the dinner table having a random conversation with him. Even if it just ends up being about how Sai doesn't know how to have a conversation or be random, I would like to see it. I wanna see Mr. Sai getting his appreciation. It's long due. Stop fangirling Sasuke and leaving Sai in the dust!
Any-to-the-way.
Last night, knowing I need to not spend money, knowing I shouldn't eat poorly, I went out with Zellbox to eat pizza. We had a delicious vegetarian pizza and talked forever, then wasted time in stores, annoying other retail slaves by spending a million years sniffing all the soap to decide which one we wanted. And digging through the earrings. Zell wanted hoops with etchings in them, but she also fell in love with the hoops that close in on themselves, which she's never had before. I haven't, either. I'm not dextrous enough to close them. But I got some earrings; I needed them. Mine are just studs, a pair of stars (like the nerdjob I am, I call them "paopu-shaped" earrings) and some plain sparkly ones. My days of wearing enormous earrings are over.
As I was telling Zelly-cakes, when I was, like, thirteen and fourteen years old, I was almost notorious at my school for wearing monstrously large, gaudy earrings. If it helps you picture what I'm talking about, I had several pairs of earrings so long that they touched my shoulders, and a pair so heavy that they pulled my earlobes down by about a quarter of an inch, maybe more. My dream pair of earrings was a pair of peacock feather earrings. If I wasn't wearing huge, gaudy earrings, everybody thought I was sick - that's how much the people who saw me every day came to associate me with my nutsy earrings - and what's funny is that now, if I am wearing dangly earrings, even small ones, everyone thinks I've got a hot date. My sense of style has changed a lot since that time. I always wore jeans with the same hoodies and sweaters, and the same t-shirts. Now, I still wear jeans, but I pair them with a cute top, do my hair, and I actually know what makeup is. And I've come to love my pair of skinny jeans, even if I only have three tops I can wear them with. I just think they're fun because - shock! - I can wear boots over my jeans finally. And I have three pairs of adorable boots that begged to be worn, but were being neglected due to improper jeans ownership on my part.
Thank God I got out of the dressing like an underaged walk of shame stage. I hate looking at photos of myself back then - I was already a little chubby, but I made myself look downright fat by wearing baggy sweatshirts and sweaters and t-shirts one or two sizes too big for me. I cut my hair unflatteringly short, too. Some people look gorgeous with short hair, and I'm not one of them! Anything shorter than shoulder length looks wrong on me. I'm not like Holly, who can wear her hair long or wear it short and flipped out, the way she has it now, and look beautiful either way. But I'm not lucky enough to be like Seify, either, with her beautiful long, thick hair. I wish I had Seifer's hair. I want to steal it from her. I want to omnomnom it.
momo, I hope you're reading this, so you can know I think your hair is flavorful.
Next post will be a fic post, 'cause I wrote a fic for my destry, the good o' wifey, and she insists I post it. Also, it will be posted in a new way for me: no blah blah blah, just the fic. Then the post of blah blah blah! Sounds better than the old way, right? Here's hoping so.
"If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies.... It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it."
And now...sleep for an hour before I have to get ready for class!