I am now 27 . . . and lamenting the impending death of my youth. *weeps*

I think I'm going to run away and join the circus. I could be a trapeze artist. Or a contortortionest. Oooh, I bet I'd get a lot of dates.

Ok, I think I'm going to go and get a jump on a little birthday drunkeness.

*guzzles tequila* *strips*

Because, why am I completely crushing on almost all the younguns in GoF? Robert Pattinson and Rupert Grint and that Krum dude. They're all so. . . strapping!
I'm so ashamed. Really.

( And this is what I thought of the movie. . . )

Look at Blaise. Is he not too pretty for words? *marvels at the pretty* Thank you, granger2malfoy for a lovely interpretation.
Anyway, I am so bloody bored at work right now. I'm thinking of prancing nekkid through the dusty halls just to keep myself awake. It's amazing, really, just a few weeks ago I was swamped. Waving the bloody white flag of surrender ( Read more... )

Because my professor thinks I'm the next Shakespeare, aaand because I'm so bored I want to spork myself:

Behold! The unfinished sonnet about the merits of not sporking oneself.

Suicide, the answer is not and never

When forks and sporks in hand do tempt

To stay thy murd'rous hand, be clever

Unless you wish thine eyeball rent.

And I for one be not ( Read more... )

Peoples!

All this talk about Better Off Dead has left me feeling a little funny. Cracktastic to be exact. So. Here be the product of my odd little mind.

Not beta'd, so no cracks about my grammar. Or obvious lack of plot or . . . well, just read it, darn you! (I mean that in the most affection way possible.)

( Carry Your Own Key )

This is my new cover letter. I just responded to a job post on craigslist. By the way I'm completely serious.

Hi,

I’m inquiring about the part-time reception position. The current combination of multiple full-time jobs-mother, account coordinator, wife, student-have left me with the desire to visit permanently the frozen dairy section of my local ( Read more... )

I'm so giddy right, now. *does giddy dance* I've finally finished NMA 5.

Whooters.

I thought it would never happen, but I'm farely sure I'm done. It might need a little once over before I ship it off to Fa, but it's definitely ready for the sweet pot o' honey that is my journal. So here.

Title: Never Mind Affection (5)
Author: Sweets, baby!
Pairing ( Read more... )

I'm feeling extra sparkly today. I've got a fat stack of work done, a new imaginary beau on my arm (Omarion is so on my list.), and tomorrow I'm finally--FINALLY--registering for class. That's right, folks, ya girl is going back to college! WhooHoo! I am so excited. I've been wanting to do this for a long time and it looks like things are finally ( Read more... )

Ok, so I was just going to make a beautifully pointless post about my new sparkly obsession, Omarion.
You know... B2K? You Got Served? He's hot you've got to know him.
Anyway, I was about to do that when I read a post by gits_r_us.

It was friends locked so I won't go into details but it was about bullies.
And now I'm crying. And thinking.
( Tamika Dash, kiss my ass . . .That's sad. I should be over it by now. )

Greetings from the gawd-awful hottest room in my house!

And you guessed it--this will be a short ass post.

Originally swiped from maegunnbatt, but I've seen this everywhere.
Go to Elouai's Doll Maker.
Make a doll that is as close to your normal, everyday self as possible.
Then make a doll that is as Mary Sue you as you can get.
My dolls are decidedly less ( Read more... )