I'm burnt out.

And I would much appreciate it if people would stop trying to make a spectacle of my private life by attempting to ferret out the name of the person you seem to think I have a crush on. I won't tell, and you'll never guess, so just stop it. And kindly fuck off. Kthanxbai^^!!111!11!

So I called to cancel my babysitting schedule on Saturday, but the woman just sounded so desperate, I ended up confirming that I would. Three hours, four kids, starting at 5 on Saturday. Damn. I don't even need the money ( Read more... )

My weekend was not a total waste. I managed to drag myself to a matinee of Phantom of the Opera, so at least I can have an educated opinion when I say the play was better. Broadway-elitist of me, I know. Sue me. Although one thing the movie has on the play (other than Minnie Driver) is the absolutely amazing scene revitalizing the Opera Populaire ( Read more... )

I would make sweet, sweet love to Brandon Boyd all night long.

So Sylvia is pretty much gone at this point. She was one of my best friends, and now I probably won't get the chance to see her. Why am I the one paying for everyone else's goddamn problems when all I wanted to do was avoid the mess?

It's not fair.

Oh My God...

Poor Sarah... (although when she laid the smackdown on Eckley was pretty sweet)

Eckley... what a fucking cockburn.

I love CSI.

( Read more... )

Welp, I got my work done. Nothing left now but the bibliography, and even that's half-finished already.

Yawn.

I've got some new shit up in my DA gallery.

Oh, and now I have a new Secret Martial Arts Boyfriend: Tony Jaa. I didn't get rid of Tony Leung-Chun Wai, my old Secret Martial Arts Boyfriend -- now he's my Secret Martial Arts Concubine. ( Read more... )

So... maybe I won't go to art school... Not at school today. Decided I could spare a day from my useless education to stay home and finish a paper for my useless education ( Read more... )

( Read more... )