one can never have too many monkey icons.
My bathroom is now painted shades of green and vaguely resembles a margarita. I RAWK.
I have discovered I love PubQuiz. In fact, next week's PubQuiz theme round is "Harry Potter." Kel and I are gonna kick that shit. I suggested our team name next week should be changed to "Deatheater Whores," but she's not biting.
Maybe "The Dumbledorks" is more suiting.
Met regina_terra for a bit today. She is a very nice girl without one smidgen of leg fat. And I'm not just saying that 'cause she hooked me up with a copy of Photoshop. (eeee! new icons! *points points points*) Or because she hooked me up with mini-donuts, which I promptly brought home, froze, and then did what I swore yesterday never to do again: ate in my ant-ridden bed.
Dude, seriously. This is karmic payback for writing joking fic about gummi bears drawing ants to a bed. Because what appear in my bed the next day? (the same bed, I might add, that I was eating gummi bears in) ANTS!!!!
I hate ants.
I refuse to get rid of the half dozen spiders that live in our entry porch in the dim hope that they may keep the house ant-and-mosquito-free.
Instead, I just end up walking through spider webs.
Augh! Was anyone else just hit with a No Doubt chorus? I apologize.
Anyway, I gave my room a thorough cleaning and spraying, and will continue to be obsessive compulsive. Having to wear underwear to bed because of fear that sleeping naked will result in ant bites in bad places? BLOWS.
If anyone was wondering about my thoughts/votes on The Citrus Awards, I have two things to say. 1) I prefer the Screwdriver Awards any day. 2) I agree with either torchthisnow or lalejandra in most categories, except in the cases where they didn't vote for me. Bitches.
I have discovered I love PubQuiz. In fact, next week's PubQuiz theme round is "Harry Potter." Kel and I are gonna kick that shit. I suggested our team name next week should be changed to "Deatheater Whores," but she's not biting.
Maybe "The Dumbledorks" is more suiting.
Met regina_terra for a bit today. She is a very nice girl without one smidgen of leg fat. And I'm not just saying that 'cause she hooked me up with a copy of Photoshop. (eeee! new icons! *points points points*) Or because she hooked me up with mini-donuts, which I promptly brought home, froze, and then did what I swore yesterday never to do again: ate in my ant-ridden bed.
Dude, seriously. This is karmic payback for writing joking fic about gummi bears drawing ants to a bed. Because what appear in my bed the next day? (the same bed, I might add, that I was eating gummi bears in) ANTS!!!!
I hate ants.
I refuse to get rid of the half dozen spiders that live in our entry porch in the dim hope that they may keep the house ant-and-mosquito-free.
Instead, I just end up walking through spider webs.
Augh! Was anyone else just hit with a No Doubt chorus? I apologize.
Anyway, I gave my room a thorough cleaning and spraying, and will continue to be obsessive compulsive. Having to wear underwear to bed because of fear that sleeping naked will result in ant bites in bad places? BLOWS.
If anyone was wondering about my thoughts/votes on The Citrus Awards, I have two things to say. 1) I prefer the Screwdriver Awards any day. 2) I agree with either torchthisnow or lalejandra in most categories, except in the cases where they didn't vote for me. Bitches.