Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003 03:25 pm
Dec. 2nd, 2003
Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003 10:30 pm
(no subject)
Note to
altricial - this song also works to express unending rage. All the way home today.
Anyway. *g*
Have put my fantasy list together of everything I shall buy next month, and also, I'm adding a computer, because mine is getting worse. It needs a formatting, but that miraculous lack of a working CD burner is kind of ruining that idea, and I have everything I've ever doen in fandom on this one.
It'll be like the passing of an era. Huh. That's depressing.
Seeing that it is Christmas, I indulged my sudden, completely understandable need to shop off my feelings and bought Child an excessive number of board games for Christmas. Actually, only three, because I was wearing a skirt and the ladder didn't reach up high enough, and customers noticed me dragging the Wal-Mart ladder behind me wherever I went. And it's surprisingly difficult to climb on the handle when your skirt just reaches below your knees. It's not that I worried about flashing people or anything--I had a run in my hose on the upper thigh and I wasn't wearing my best underwear. I have odd shame issues.
If Wal-Mart didn't want me to use the ladder, they shouldn't have left it unattended with the bicycles. So there.
Yeeeah. I also bought hair color and redyed my hair. Brown is apparently not something I should return to, so Very Damn Red it is. It's sparkly. Well, no, but it is very red. I ended up scaring myself by sitting in front of the mirror with scissors, thinking that a chin length bob was the way to go. Keep in mind I have *curly* hair. You can see the nightmare in progress. Beth is one of few who have seen my hair in action, so I can actually *see* her wincing from here. Also, for those of you who have tried this, it's never a good idea to cut your own hair, and I say this having done it more times than I can count.
I deal in really bizarre ways, I know this. When I break up with someone, I dye and cut my hair. When I'm stressed, I abuse allergy meds and cut and dye my hair and start writing excessively.
But enough about me.
Recs
The Cause by
juteux. It's--amazing. Justin-y on a mission. A scary, scary mission. I suggest reading immediately for your own health.
Now, change fandoms.
This is actually notes to update my recs page.
This one was one I read off of glass_onion mailing list a long damn time ago--when the list was still active and all.
Blood Speaks by northlight. It's still among my favorite HP stories ever written, and I still re-read it just for the powerful mood the author manages. Not to mention it's just damn good fic all around.
I need more coffee. Hmm. Coffee.
Also, L & O is crack. I've said it before, but I'll say it again. If that show starts while I'm in teh room, I'm doomed and know it. I have yet to physically make myself get up and leave while it is in progress even if I've seen it before. Grrr.
Now. Coffee.
Anyway. *g*
Have put my fantasy list together of everything I shall buy next month, and also, I'm adding a computer, because mine is getting worse. It needs a formatting, but that miraculous lack of a working CD burner is kind of ruining that idea, and I have everything I've ever doen in fandom on this one.
It'll be like the passing of an era. Huh. That's depressing.
Seeing that it is Christmas, I indulged my sudden, completely understandable need to shop off my feelings and bought Child an excessive number of board games for Christmas. Actually, only three, because I was wearing a skirt and the ladder didn't reach up high enough, and customers noticed me dragging the Wal-Mart ladder behind me wherever I went. And it's surprisingly difficult to climb on the handle when your skirt just reaches below your knees. It's not that I worried about flashing people or anything--I had a run in my hose on the upper thigh and I wasn't wearing my best underwear. I have odd shame issues.
If Wal-Mart didn't want me to use the ladder, they shouldn't have left it unattended with the bicycles. So there.
Yeeeah. I also bought hair color and redyed my hair. Brown is apparently not something I should return to, so Very Damn Red it is. It's sparkly. Well, no, but it is very red. I ended up scaring myself by sitting in front of the mirror with scissors, thinking that a chin length bob was the way to go. Keep in mind I have *curly* hair. You can see the nightmare in progress. Beth is one of few who have seen my hair in action, so I can actually *see* her wincing from here. Also, for those of you who have tried this, it's never a good idea to cut your own hair, and I say this having done it more times than I can count.
I deal in really bizarre ways, I know this. When I break up with someone, I dye and cut my hair. When I'm stressed, I abuse allergy meds and cut and dye my hair and start writing excessively.
But enough about me.
Recs
The Cause by
Now, change fandoms.
This is actually notes to update my recs page.
This one was one I read off of glass_onion mailing list a long damn time ago--when the list was still active and all.
Blood Speaks by northlight. It's still among my favorite HP stories ever written, and I still re-read it just for the powerful mood the author manages. Not to mention it's just damn good fic all around.
I need more coffee. Hmm. Coffee.
Also, L & O is crack. I've said it before, but I'll say it again. If that show starts while I'm in teh room, I'm doomed and know it. I have yet to physically make myself get up and leave while it is in progress even if I've seen it before. Grrr.
Now. Coffee.