Aim is being a Beeyotch right now and not letting me chat with my friends. I have no one to be evil to! Also my computer has lost sound which is what happened last time right before we had to take it to the shop. Poor old thing. It's old, old, old.
A big gigantic Thank You to the anonymous person that gave me six months of extra user pics. From 15 to 50. Gahh, Stargate icons, here I come. And I need some of Simon and Mal, together and by themselves. And a Navy NCIS one that says, "OTP" or "Those smacks on the head really mean 'I love you.'"
*Simon needs a slut label icon. One that flashes "A little slutty, a lot pretty." Or something like that.
Mother's Day went okay. One aunt was mad I didn't tell her right away I was pregnant. The phone works both ways. If someone had called me, I would have mentioned it. She pissed me off (she's a little old fashioned) but I'm getting over that.
I've given up on Deadwood and Sopranos until they come back on this summer. I've been scrambling to record but haven't watched so I'm stopping the recording cause it seems like a burden.
Will be buying some sort of chocolate for next Wednesday, since I can't drink. I'm going to need something and might even get the tissue out. I hate how WB is all "Two episodes left!!! One episode left!!!!" Like it's not their fault. Like they have no clue why Angel is ending. Bastard Cocksuckers, or Bastid Cooksuckers!!!
Hee! That was my impression of this guy in The Rundown. He was cool and had the scottish or irish accent going on very thick. "We canna land. The booze are on the grind." Which was "The bulls are on the ground." And he kept call The Rock, "Big Boy" but it was all drawn out.
A big gigantic Thank You to the anonymous person that gave me six months of extra user pics. From 15 to 50. Gahh, Stargate icons, here I come. And I need some of Simon and Mal, together and by themselves. And a Navy NCIS one that says, "OTP" or "Those smacks on the head really mean 'I love you.'"
*Simon needs a slut label icon. One that flashes "A little slutty, a lot pretty." Or something like that.
Mother's Day went okay. One aunt was mad I didn't tell her right away I was pregnant. The phone works both ways. If someone had called me, I would have mentioned it. She pissed me off (she's a little old fashioned) but I'm getting over that.
I've given up on Deadwood and Sopranos until they come back on this summer. I've been scrambling to record but haven't watched so I'm stopping the recording cause it seems like a burden.
Will be buying some sort of chocolate for next Wednesday, since I can't drink. I'm going to need something and might even get the tissue out. I hate how WB is all "Two episodes left!!! One episode left!!!!" Like it's not their fault. Like they have no clue why Angel is ending. Bastard Cocksuckers, or Bastid Cooksuckers!!!
Hee! That was my impression of this guy in The Rundown. He was cool and had the scottish or irish accent going on very thick. "We canna land. The booze are on the grind." Which was "The bulls are on the ground." And he kept call The Rock, "Big Boy" but it was all drawn out.