I've already been to heaven... and after 5 minutes I was like LET'S GO!
All I've done for the last three days is watch House on DVD. I have a crush on Hugh Laurie. And I can see what the House/Wilson thing is all about. Merrrr. I'm also sort of convinced I have a brain tumor, but I think I'm just being a drama queen. Although that could be a symptom... Does anyone know what vasculitis is? They mention it in almost every show, but that's nver what the patient has.
My sister and I are going to write a comic book starring Jeeves and Wooster. And then another one about an evil empire of muffins. No, seriuosly. We've already come up with the Muffin Queen's banner. Hmm, maybe we could blend the two?
ETA: Why isn't Lost on when I finally have access to a TV? The world is so unfair.
And it turns out Mom has run away with the car, and I have time to actually write an update. I'm hanging out with spacebutt (la hermana) and my cousin Mario D. Cipri III (seriously) this week. My cat, the miserable fat orange bastard, doesn't seem to recognize me as an object of affection any more, even when I do give him food. The dog has gotten really old, crusty, and smellier than usual. Both of these animals are about 13, btw. I think the damn cat is immortal. He hasn't aged since I had my first boyfriend, nine million years ago.
Also, I'm trying to finish my damn play while I'm here. Of course, since I decided not to bring my laptop, I hardly ever find the impetus to write. It's all there, or pretty much all there, fully formed in my head. I just need to find some way of regurgitating it onto paper.
PS. I might stay in Vermont for a while. I don't know when I might be here again, and my sister is leaving in May to go to China for 7 MONTHS. So I might not get to see her again until this time next year. Poo on that. Anybody coming to New England and wanna hang out? Anybody? Please don't make me have another shitty New Years.
My sister and I are going to write a comic book starring Jeeves and Wooster. And then another one about an evil empire of muffins. No, seriuosly. We've already come up with the Muffin Queen's banner. Hmm, maybe we could blend the two?
ETA: Why isn't Lost on when I finally have access to a TV? The world is so unfair.
And it turns out Mom has run away with the car, and I have time to actually write an update. I'm hanging out with spacebutt (la hermana) and my cousin Mario D. Cipri III (seriously) this week. My cat, the miserable fat orange bastard, doesn't seem to recognize me as an object of affection any more, even when I do give him food. The dog has gotten really old, crusty, and smellier than usual. Both of these animals are about 13, btw. I think the damn cat is immortal. He hasn't aged since I had my first boyfriend, nine million years ago.
Also, I'm trying to finish my damn play while I'm here. Of course, since I decided not to bring my laptop, I hardly ever find the impetus to write. It's all there, or pretty much all there, fully formed in my head. I just need to find some way of regurgitating it onto paper.
PS. I might stay in Vermont for a while. I don't know when I might be here again, and my sister is leaving in May to go to China for 7 MONTHS. So I might not get to see her again until this time next year. Poo on that. Anybody coming to New England and wanna hang out? Anybody? Please don't make me have another shitty New Years.