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Jun. 26th, 2004 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeMmm painty goodness. Worked some more on a frogman and on the warrior princess woman I'm painting up to look like me from one of my dreams. And then I painted a blood wolf, and I think I got the fur really damn nice. Layered on brown and red so that it looked like the wolf was constantly matted in blood; not the best of mental pictures but appropriate for something called a blood wolf that's snarling and has three pairs of legs instead of the usual two. I swear, it looks really really frickin' weird.
Another week, another hostage. Or group of hostages. It's bad when you can say that, look at the tv and go "oh, more hostages taken." I wish they'd stop. The answer's been the same the last three times they did that, we don't negotiate with terrorists. Do they think it'll change the more people they kill? The US will just find new countries to bulldozer with tanks. Mind you, it might have been avoided if Bush had stepped down like Saddam offered, but we'll never know now, will we?
Pillock.
Tired. I don't know why. And snappish, and I don't know why either. Although I still think that butting in when all I was doing was checking off my miniature paints on a list was rude. The boyfriend did not need to do that; I am a capable woman who can make a list all by her lonesome. But for some reason it irritated me more than it should have.
Transcripts of chats and things to put up on his journal. This past week has been... interesting. Not to mention it's been getting songs stuck in my head. Metallica, LeAnn Rimes. Depeche Mode. I can live with Depeche Mode.
Yes, I'm boring. There isn't much going on, really. Oh,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adsartha, been thinking about putting some of the past few days' dialogue into a more stretched out short story, or maybe a series of short stories, and submitting them. That all right with you? Want to talk about it, join up, blah blah blah? Will be on AIM tonight.
Another week, another hostage. Or group of hostages. It's bad when you can say that, look at the tv and go "oh, more hostages taken." I wish they'd stop. The answer's been the same the last three times they did that, we don't negotiate with terrorists. Do they think it'll change the more people they kill? The US will just find new countries to bulldozer with tanks. Mind you, it might have been avoided if Bush had stepped down like Saddam offered, but we'll never know now, will we?
Pillock.
Tired. I don't know why. And snappish, and I don't know why either. Although I still think that butting in when all I was doing was checking off my miniature paints on a list was rude. The boyfriend did not need to do that; I am a capable woman who can make a list all by her lonesome. But for some reason it irritated me more than it should have.
Transcripts of chats and things to put up on his journal. This past week has been... interesting. Not to mention it's been getting songs stuck in my head. Metallica, LeAnn Rimes. Depeche Mode. I can live with Depeche Mode.
Yes, I'm boring. There isn't much going on, really. Oh,
adsartha, been thinking about putting some of the past few days' dialogue into a more stretched out short story, or maybe a series of short stories, and submitting them. That all right with you? Want to talk about it, join up, blah blah blah? Will be on AIM tonight.