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[kittydesade]

Observations from the brain dead:

I wonder if I can make myself a black satin corset before the Pig concert. Probably not.

So. Much. To. Do.

I had a dream last night wherein a certain person who shall remain nameless yet whose (now YEAR OLD, POUT) photos I still have turned into the bastard child of himself and Robert Pattinson. It was very weird considering half my brain insisted he didn't really look like that and the other half insisted he did too. You're turning into a penguin. Stoppit.

So. Fucking. Tired.

I hate being a woman sometimes. Particularly days like today. I need a shower, stat. And it's freezing in this house.

Yes, I am probably going to be flickering in and out for a while due to omgthingstodo! But I'm still here! Just, scarce. And probably not on AIM except by request.

I really should write some comics scripts. Considering, you know. Mod. And community participation of ONE. (but a regular one, thank you, Nope!)

I have rollerblades. Now I need the pads. I really have no urge to break my wrist, especially when I left Dragon's headphones in DC.

I need a few days off from work. Fuck.

TIRED.