Internet access...disappearing...

Sending distress singnal...from across...a Gymboree...

60% off...mini-dresses for toddlers...

Send Vitamin water...am inexplicably addicted to it...even though it is just watered down gatorade...

Edit: which is to say, Comcast decided the internet shouldn't work at my apartment, o woe terrible and great.

So those of you who, for whatever sordid and nerdy reason, read Marvel previews catalogs, might have noticed something. Something with boobs. For those of you who don't read the Marvel previews catalog (and I mean who does that that would be sordid and nerdy) I recreate a page for you below, behind a flist cut of some sort.

( Beware!! FEMALES!! )

So I just saw a crumb of chocolate cake on my bed. And I tried to eat it, enjoying chocolate as I do.

Except, actually, it was lint.

THIS POST BROUGHT TO YOU BY FINALS WEEK, DECEMBER 08

Further updates when I finally understand what happens in La Princesse de Clèves, and can explain it in terms that would make the SAT Verbal weep.

Special salutations to my two newest LJ friends-- comixologist and bornofstars who added me for almost the exact opposite reason. But the inexplicably royal WE is glad that you are here.

Let's play a game!! I'm bored and I haven't really been interacting with you guys as much as of late. Taken from lassarina, who should have married Locke when she had the chance.

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I'm pretty sure my friend ezmo11 said it best:


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