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Oct. 14th, 2003 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell, I'm not entirely out of my lethargy, but it's a start. And a raging headache, too. Lay down for an hour or so, but now I think it's just take an asprin time and kick back.
And tomorrow it'll be angry and bitter rant time, 'cause of LJ Protest Day! Woo-hoo! And probably cute slashy original fic time, 'cause I don't want to protest by being entirely angry and bitter. Although I'm very sure that once I get going I'll have a rant to rival my last one about stupid fanfic writers and their bad-taste porno. (If you missed that one, go back a ways in the calendar. I think I wrote it in August). Only this time I won't cross-post it to all the LJ communities I'm on 'cause, really, it doesn't have anything to do with fandom. So that ought to give a lot of them a brief second of relief.
I can, it occurs to me, really be an erudite and misanthropic little whore when I want to be. Always have. I remember writing hideously nasty essays after the Rodney King riots in sixth grade. I think I was in sixth grade then. I don't remember. What I do remember is that I wrote it on turquoise paper for some reason. I wonder if my mom still has that.
Every once in a while something will happen along that just... pisses me off. And then the words will spew forth like toads from the mouth of the fabled evil maiden. Ah, the inspiration of anger.
Anyway.
I managed to be fairly productive today. Got two chapters written, did the dishes, took out the trash, tidied my room and folded and put away my laundry. Made dinner. Now have the beginnings of a headache, but hopefully that'll go away. Hung out, did embarrassingly silly bopping in my room to ICe-T... my sailor boy turned me on to Ice-T. It's so ridiculous, but I do love that man so. My boyfriend, not Ice-T, although I'm becoming a rather big fan of Ice-T, too. Damn good actor he is, and an interesting rapper. I really need a life. Oh well. KMFDM soon!
And now I'm just kicking back in my chair, wondering if there's going to be any LC tonight and pondering what to do or write next while I wait for Queer Eye to come along. I've become so enthralled by Queer Eye. And yet, it's really quite fascinating how these five guys just sort of waltz (and I do mean waltz, as Carson is swishier than Jack Sparrow) into this poor fellow's house and before you can say 'oh my god it's the pride parade!' they've turned him into an actually respectable gentlemen. They're so very cool. I know so many guys I wish I could throw them at. Including... ah yes, my Lord Ian Amberite. My Lord, if you didn't still live with your mother (at least I suspect you do) and at college many many states away half the time, I would send them over to your house in no time flat. You need to sober up, and you need to become just a little more... um. Kempt.
Lord Ian Amberite... there's a long story. The short version is that he was a wonderful friend in college for up to ... nearly a year, I guess. And then, remarkably, over winter break he turned into a raving asshole. And a drunk. I've no idea what happened to him. Apparently he now has this horde of sycophantic little freshmen girls chasing after him and copious amounts of booze hanging about his person in the form of a sort of nasty aroma. It's really quite dreadful. And yet.. I miss the midnight Pepsi runs, and dodging his attempts to throw me into snowdrifts or dragging him down with me. I miss the extravagent plans we had to steal the sign that said 'Post-Health House' on one of those weird places down the lane from the college. I miss the endless amounts of bad movies, the silliness, the laughter and the quoting of copious amounts of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. I remember we had a plan to take my copy of the video, which had expired sometime during our friendship, and drape the tape all over the campus. What the hell happened to you, Lord Amberite? Thou has become a fuckwit.
Le sigh.
Great, now I'm turning maudlin. I think I'd better write some drivel before I go completely 'round the twist.
And tomorrow it'll be angry and bitter rant time, 'cause of LJ Protest Day! Woo-hoo! And probably cute slashy original fic time, 'cause I don't want to protest by being entirely angry and bitter. Although I'm very sure that once I get going I'll have a rant to rival my last one about stupid fanfic writers and their bad-taste porno. (If you missed that one, go back a ways in the calendar. I think I wrote it in August). Only this time I won't cross-post it to all the LJ communities I'm on 'cause, really, it doesn't have anything to do with fandom. So that ought to give a lot of them a brief second of relief.
I can, it occurs to me, really be an erudite and misanthropic little whore when I want to be. Always have. I remember writing hideously nasty essays after the Rodney King riots in sixth grade. I think I was in sixth grade then. I don't remember. What I do remember is that I wrote it on turquoise paper for some reason. I wonder if my mom still has that.
Every once in a while something will happen along that just... pisses me off. And then the words will spew forth like toads from the mouth of the fabled evil maiden. Ah, the inspiration of anger.
Anyway.
I managed to be fairly productive today. Got two chapters written, did the dishes, took out the trash, tidied my room and folded and put away my laundry. Made dinner. Now have the beginnings of a headache, but hopefully that'll go away. Hung out, did embarrassingly silly bopping in my room to ICe-T... my sailor boy turned me on to Ice-T. It's so ridiculous, but I do love that man so. My boyfriend, not Ice-T, although I'm becoming a rather big fan of Ice-T, too. Damn good actor he is, and an interesting rapper. I really need a life. Oh well. KMFDM soon!
And now I'm just kicking back in my chair, wondering if there's going to be any LC tonight and pondering what to do or write next while I wait for Queer Eye to come along. I've become so enthralled by Queer Eye. And yet, it's really quite fascinating how these five guys just sort of waltz (and I do mean waltz, as Carson is swishier than Jack Sparrow) into this poor fellow's house and before you can say 'oh my god it's the pride parade!' they've turned him into an actually respectable gentlemen. They're so very cool. I know so many guys I wish I could throw them at. Including... ah yes, my Lord Ian Amberite. My Lord, if you didn't still live with your mother (at least I suspect you do) and at college many many states away half the time, I would send them over to your house in no time flat. You need to sober up, and you need to become just a little more... um. Kempt.
Lord Ian Amberite... there's a long story. The short version is that he was a wonderful friend in college for up to ... nearly a year, I guess. And then, remarkably, over winter break he turned into a raving asshole. And a drunk. I've no idea what happened to him. Apparently he now has this horde of sycophantic little freshmen girls chasing after him and copious amounts of booze hanging about his person in the form of a sort of nasty aroma. It's really quite dreadful. And yet.. I miss the midnight Pepsi runs, and dodging his attempts to throw me into snowdrifts or dragging him down with me. I miss the extravagent plans we had to steal the sign that said 'Post-Health House' on one of those weird places down the lane from the college. I miss the endless amounts of bad movies, the silliness, the laughter and the quoting of copious amounts of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. I remember we had a plan to take my copy of the video, which had expired sometime during our friendship, and drape the tape all over the campus. What the hell happened to you, Lord Amberite? Thou has become a fuckwit.
Le sigh.
Great, now I'm turning maudlin. I think I'd better write some drivel before I go completely 'round the twist.
