helpless

Angel: "Because I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see, and I worried that it would be bruised, or torn, and more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe, to warm it with my own."
Buffy: "That's beautiful -- or taken literally, incredibly gross."
Angel: "I was just thinkin' that too."

*sniff* I season 3 Buffy.

mmm

mindme is too freaking cool.

If there were more guys like him, there'd be less psychotically bitter women out there. Also, what I wouldn't have given for a teacher like him way back when.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/mindme/369540.html

An excerpt:

"Everything about them reminded me of my bitter 30something unmarried women friends who had all clued in after the third loser they dated that just told them a pack of lies is men like this are the rule and not the exception."

walking on the moon

Well, it may as well have been.

Today I did something AMAZING. Brace yourself (especially you, merhawk). I was bored. I wanted to buy bananas and tomatoes (not to be consumed together, cause ICK). I had all kinds of mad energy. I decided to (here it comes) walk to the store (clash of cymbals, angels weep, etc).

Please understand, I'm from California. I drive to the mailbox at the end of my block. I can go out to Greenlake and do a decent 5k, but that's because it's exercise. The point of it is to get all sweaty. You don't walk to get someplace, or to run an errand. But today? Today I walked 20 blocks. With a bag full of groceries!! (hey, bananas are heavy!)

I'm still somewhat in shock. Was idly rambling with brabble when the mad urge hit me. I looked outside my window, it was twilight, and the night was calling me out.

I quickly threw on some pants and my Sketchers and darted outside before the lazy Californian side of my brain could protest.

I did it! I did it!

It was kind of dark, so I was a bit apprehensive. While I'm a natural chicken, between the time I was pummeled by two upperclassmen on my way home after school in the 3rd grade, the rapist running free on my college campus junior year, and being scarily cornered by a lust-crazed Greek in Rome, I've been particularly cautious about solitary nocturnal expeditions. Where was Gavin de Becker when I needed him?

Yeah, I know. I should take a self defense course. I will. I will.

Anyhow, back to the joy! I grabbed my Nomad and zoomed over to QFC. I bought bananas, tomatoes, lettuce and cucumber and one small worshipful Hershey bar. Then I stopped by 7-11 since I forgot to buy diet pepsi and cigarettes.

I shed my Californian skin out somewhere around 65th. Don't get me wrong. I'm not about to sell Froggy (my car. yes it has a name. it is NOT a stupid name! shutup!) but it was exciting

Huh. Walking. To get someplace. Huh.

I got home sweaty and tired, ripped off all polar fleece items and nasty, hot sockses and sucked down half a diet pepsi and made quick work of the glorious Hershey bar. 6 points, 2 seconds. That's amore.

To further reward myself, I'm going to snuggle with Hobbes and read SiP. Yes. Again. New issue shipped today! Looking forward to how Terry Moore is going to take the story finally forward.

Oh that reminds me. I must introduce devinluvsrussia to it. She's a perfect candidate to join the obsession. Dev--remind me about this next we meet!!

more webcam tomfoolery

Isn't my kitty cute? *coo*



His tail is hanging down over the edge of the table and tickling my thigh. He periodically bites my arm. I'm totally excited because he is for once today NOT begging for food.

Oooh here's an aerial shot, with product placement. Still life with arm, cat, and beverages.



If you look closely, you can see my cell phone off in the distance, the corner of my riveting mousepad, that black blurb next to the diet pepsi is the rubber band I just ripped out of my hair and there *points* is TPB 2 of SiP (I Dream of You). I'm wearing the coconut bracelet my cousins bought me in Malaysia which I'm going to lose one of these days, because it keeps coming undone and I find it in random places.

Yeah. I'm bored out of my fucking skull. What of it?

It needs to be tomorrow. I'm having lunch with Judy and then class. Mowr.