There's an intelligent well-spoken lady talking on the radio re: a study on child-soldiers in Uganda and elsewhere and she sounds exactly like Liv Tyler. It's eerie.

( In other news, both John Howard and Mark Latham can bite me. )

It's ten to seven, overcast and drizzling. The sky is a strange pale misty grey, a mixture of cloud and the dimness of early evening. I can hear water dripping onto the leaves of the gums that surround my house and I want to skip outside (still in my pj's. It has been a sleepy day) and get gloriously wet. I won't, of course. I'm 19 and damn lazy, ( Read more... )

Wow. That was...just sad. I only caught the last hour, but why on earth did they show so many atrocious performances? I mean, I like my daily recommended dose of schadenfreude as much as the next person, but that was ridiculous. It wasn't funny. It was a bunch of sad deluded people doing their best to imitate fish in a barrel while that Simon guy ( Read more... )

My brother is watching The Two Towers and dear lord, as much as I love that movie, after six hours at work sorting an endless array of role-playing codices, manuals, guides, supplements and who knows what the fuck else...I'm spent, fantasy-wise. Poor Legolas has been reduced to simply one of the hundreds of arrow-shooting, horse-riding, magical- ( Read more... )

Dear Jesus Santa,

All I want for Christmas is your slow and painful death. You, and those fucking elves, too.

Yours in exhaustion, Leigh.Oooohhh, I think my feet are planning to revolt and kill me in my sleep. I can't say I don't deserve it. Four hours in three inch heels, man. Four. hours. in a fucking mall ( Read more... )

I just finished watching Terminator 3. The ending was surprisingly dysphoric for a Hollywood movie and on the whole, I liked it much more than I thought possible. But then again, I'm far too susceptible to post-apocalyptic images. They worm inside my head, regardless of the source material and get their nasty, scratching claws right into my ( Read more... )

Ahem. There are exactly three reasons why I feel impersonating Dendro via some kind of genetic therapy treatment (can you tell I've been watching too much Alias?) and moving in with her family in New Zealand not only makes perfect sense, but is in fact the best. plan. ever. These are as follows ( Read more... )

Perhaps making an icon like this was just tempting fate, but honestly, I really wasn't asking for a chance to use it so soon. My brother just fiddled with the channel on the vcr and cut off the last five minutes of the Alias season finale. I feel terribly adult about not using the remote control to beat him about the head till he begs for mercy. I ( Read more... )

...all the random things I've been meaning to post.

1. Mango is the porniest fruit ever. All the licking and the sucking and the oh-so-gentle nibbling... I just ate one while watching my reflection in the window and half-way through started vehemently hoping that the neighbours weren't looking ( Read more... )

Oh I am so very drunk. Well, not *that* drunk, since I'm apparently capable of posting this (oh spellchecker you are my friend), but Mmmm cocktails. Dendro has spent the last *counts* mumblething hours plying me with pink and purple alcohol and then she went to sleep the rat bastard. I'm all plied up with nowhere to go and I don't think early ( Read more... )