goose in my OJ
So guess how I spent my New Year's eve?
No, seriously, guess, it's funny. It involves throwing up before drinking.
Okay: I woke up in the morning totally rocking, went out to the comic shop, helped my sister buy $50 worth of Pokemon toys, bought myself comicsss; went to Walmart, intended on buying a Sam figure to complete my Rinzler + Clu + Guard set, discovered they were out of everything but Sentries, also discovered they're still failing at stocking PoC line figures, bought bread and candy instead FUCK YES ESSENTIALS; went to Best Buy, bought Inception, The Expendables and The Sorcerer's Apprentice; left totally broke; attempted to go to Indigo and nearly threw up in the car; came home.
Last night was spent very miserably, but I did make it to midnight reading Blood Ninja II Jazz buys the best gifts have I mentioned, she also bought me a goddamned Predator action figure asa;odfjasl, after which I promptly passed out and slept for ten hours. Feeling much better now, little tired, managed to stand in the shower for twenty minutes though so that was pretty cool. Have been eating bananas and toast all day.
Fucking body.
IN OTHER NEWS, I saw Tron, which, you know, could have been surmised from the fact that I was buying action figures actually I sort of bought those beforehand, silly little starry-eyed fan that I am; loving them, thankfully. Fucking. Jesus. In a goddamn blender. That movie hits so many of my fannish kinks. HELMETS. TIGHT BLACK CLOTHES. SPARRING. RINZLER THE DAMAGED PET MONSTER. DADDYKINK. BLOODKINK. VAGUELY-SIBLING-ESQUE ROMANCE. PROTAGONIST CRYING IN HAPPINESS. ME CRYING IN HAPPINESS. BADASS LADIES. BADASS DUDES. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MOVIE IS MY FAVOURITE.
Now I am going to go lay down again before I hurt something, oh dear.
I have been watching Next Iron Chef all day; I think Forgione is doing terrible things to my heart.
No, seriously, guess, it's funny. It involves throwing up before drinking.
Okay: I woke up in the morning totally rocking, went out to the comic shop, helped my sister buy $50 worth of Pokemon toys, bought myself comicsss; went to Walmart, intended on buying a Sam figure to complete my Rinzler + Clu + Guard set, discovered they were out of everything but Sentries, also discovered they're still failing at stocking PoC line figures, bought bread and candy instead FUCK YES ESSENTIALS; went to Best Buy, bought Inception, The Expendables and The Sorcerer's Apprentice; left totally broke; attempted to go to Indigo and nearly threw up in the car; came home.
Last night was spent very miserably, but I did make it to midnight reading Blood Ninja II Jazz buys the best gifts have I mentioned, she also bought me a goddamned Predator action figure asa;odfjasl, after which I promptly passed out and slept for ten hours. Feeling much better now, little tired, managed to stand in the shower for twenty minutes though so that was pretty cool. Have been eating bananas and toast all day.
Fucking body.
IN OTHER NEWS, I saw Tron, which, you know, could have been surmised from the fact that I was buying action figures actually I sort of bought those beforehand, silly little starry-eyed fan that I am; loving them, thankfully. Fucking. Jesus. In a goddamn blender. That movie hits so many of my fannish kinks. HELMETS. TIGHT BLACK CLOTHES. SPARRING. RINZLER THE DAMAGED PET MONSTER. DADDYKINK. BLOODKINK. VAGUELY-SIBLING-ESQUE ROMANCE. PROTAGONIST CRYING IN HAPPINESS. ME CRYING IN HAPPINESS. BADASS LADIES. BADASS DUDES. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MOVIE IS MY FAVOURITE.
Now I am going to go lay down again before I hurt something, oh dear.
I have been watching Next Iron Chef all day; I think Forgione is doing terrible things to my heart.