"So Don't Expect to See Me With a Double Martini..."

My feet ache--I burned the soles on the treadmill--but I have finished I, Claudius. OMG. I want the sequel, and I don't work at the library until Friday. Watch Soujin sulk.

Now to begin either Washington Square or 1984. I also have more magazines to clip (I clipped also emo!shirt pictures for Zara ^____^), and must, must, must finish reading my Hamlet script before Sunday, and also so that I can see how it goes. The Ophelia quote on my hand is washing away rather. This afternoon I was ritually sacrificed to the gods of the harvest at Scum Club by having my throat cut by Waen.

The cuts on my legs opened up again, so I am looking rather as though I were mauled in the calves. Also, the twitch in my hands has come back. It is rather curious and rather annoying.

Now I am going to work on Nanni's fic for the rest of the day! ^____^ Watch me procrastinate.

"A Hush Fell Over the Pool Room..."

I have the best sister in the whole worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllldd~! *twirls*

<3333333333 Waen.

Also, Asian Pears are wonderful.

"At the Top Hat Bar and Grill, They Got This Bouncer Name of Guil..."

Spoilt groundless demand of the evening: I want a hug from Fish.

Mum: Is Sam [the horse] eating his beet pulp?
Waen: Yes, but I don't think he likes it.
Mum: It's supposed to be sweet.
Waen: Well, I ate some. It isn't, really.
Mum: That's odd.
Soujin: XD XD XD Bold mine.

...Well, she eats fish food, so I guess it's not really that surprising. ^___^

Nanni's fic hates me. Nanni, all your fics hate me while I'm writing them. Why?

"Anachie Gordon is Bonnie and He's Bright..."

*bounces* My userpics expire in ten days, so I am uploading as many new ones as possible. After all, I have one-hundred slots for the next week! ^_________^

So! I need Hamlet and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead icons. Yes. And I will photofic in return for them--a line an icon.

Also, look! I have a Feuilly icon!! ^_________________^

Ahem. *goes to make more*

--ALSO. This film is SO BAD. And so racist. I feel unclean watching it. Luckily, Waen is snarking at it enough to keep us all laughing hysterically, so that almost makes up for the fact that it's about the courageous battles of the Klu Klux Klan. SO BAD.

"El Camino, Where Are You Going? Do You Have Some Room For Me?"

I shall be spoilt and dreadful loads to-night, I think.

I should like to be hugged and kissed upon the cheeks by everyone who will. I love you, I love you, I love you--will you love me?

I am cheating on my diet again. I am eating carbohydrates--specifically, Kashi cereal. Also I am eating fruits--specifically, our Asian pears and one of our beautiful Red Delicious. Damn me. I am so tired of dieting. Did you realise it's been more than a year now? It makes me want to be sick, and it makes me feel trapped and tired and scared. I don't want to do this for the rest of my life, do not. I am ill of it. I don't think I'll ever feel beautiful no matter what I do.

Ack! My leg cuts are bleeding again. O_O They are dripping. Must scamper off to the kitchen for towels!

...If any one still wants to give me a hug after that. *chokes* Please? I should love it desperately--I'm not melancholy, I'm just prettyworried. I should like to be hugged.

*shrieks* Augh, it's running down my ankles. Excuse me, I most assuredly need a towel. Augh. *fwomps off*