you're a one eyed-spoon
Aug. 23rd, 2003 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseBlood....murder....kill....
Nope, I haven't turned homicidal maniac just yet :P But Lydia is annoying the HELL out of me. How many damned parties can one have in a week? That's what I want to know. You can only listen to Britney Spears for so long....
Bah. I need a ride to Shoreline on Friday. Damn. Grandma's come back the day before. Damn. And the driveway's being repaved. Damn. Hopefully Sophia can give me a ride. Lucky. She gets to take her learner's permit, and I have to wait 'til I'm 16. Damn. Whatever happened to nice grandmothers who give you milk and cookies and congratulate you when you've done something good? Mine is convinced that I'm going to turn into a communist if I'm influenced by foreign things and that eating fish makes you a better swimmer. And it'd be nice if she could actually cook...but a personality change would be really, really nice.
I guess I shouldn't be blaspheming my elders. I'm not trying to. I just wish that she'd wash her hands. I can get her to wash her hands about once every five years-and that was really, really good. But one can always hope, right?
Hee hee hee. Finished watching "A Touch of Brimstone". Yes, maybe the description of Mrs. Peel as "kinky" on the back of the VCR tape boxes from the library is justified. She looked rather vampish as the Queen of Sin.
Damn spider solitaire. It's too addictive for my easily-addicted self.
Bah. I've been meaning to create a fan poster for awhile. I really have, but I'm too lazy to actually do it. I will do it. I will do it right now, really...*madly continues her game of spider solitaire*.
Nope, I haven't turned homicidal maniac just yet :P But Lydia is annoying the HELL out of me. How many damned parties can one have in a week? That's what I want to know. You can only listen to Britney Spears for so long....
Bah. I need a ride to Shoreline on Friday. Damn. Grandma's come back the day before. Damn. And the driveway's being repaved. Damn. Hopefully Sophia can give me a ride. Lucky. She gets to take her learner's permit, and I have to wait 'til I'm 16. Damn. Whatever happened to nice grandmothers who give you milk and cookies and congratulate you when you've done something good? Mine is convinced that I'm going to turn into a communist if I'm influenced by foreign things and that eating fish makes you a better swimmer. And it'd be nice if she could actually cook...but a personality change would be really, really nice.
I guess I shouldn't be blaspheming my elders. I'm not trying to. I just wish that she'd wash her hands. I can get her to wash her hands about once every five years-and that was really, really good. But one can always hope, right?
Hee hee hee. Finished watching "A Touch of Brimstone". Yes, maybe the description of Mrs. Peel as "kinky" on the back of the VCR tape boxes from the library is justified. She looked rather vampish as the Queen of Sin.
Damn spider solitaire. It's too addictive for my easily-addicted self.
Bah. I've been meaning to create a fan poster for awhile. I really have, but I'm too lazy to actually do it. I will do it. I will do it right now, really...*madly continues her game of spider solitaire*.