don't stand so, don't stand

[unamaga]

Ok, my away message lies, I'm not asleep. Because guess what - this bed is way to big and I'm being a giant fucking sap. Also, I put too much lemon juice in my ice water and now I think my face is stuck in a PERMANENT PUCKER, which is totally not productive to sleepy time activities.

So instead I'm reading through the unfinished fic kashmir1 sent me (MWAH-HAH YOU ARE ALL JEALOUS I KNOW) and watching Sex and the City. The first thing? Is fabulous. The second thing? Ahhhg, did people really think Sarah Jessica Parker's fashion sense was, um, good? Because. PURSE. BLACK TASSELS TO THE GROUND. My soul is bruised, just like my heart.

Side note: women with perfect glossy hair make me weep. Y'all who've seen my hair know why. D:

Anyway, I'm heading down south tomorrow for my friend's graduation, and I think I might hyperventilate. HE'S ALL GROWED UP and he's SECOND IN HIS CLASS. D'awww, I'm gonna hit him a lot when I see him. ♥ Hopefully he has wireless this time, but if he doesn't I'll still be commandeering his main computer to check in with you dudes periodically. I have missed you all like LIMBS. ARMS. NOSES.

All of which is to say: Hi!

Comments

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

♥!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*smooch face*

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

*leers*

:D

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

I petition for either smaller beds or more people in them OR BOTH.

*clings*

THIS IS NOT AMUSING TO ME.

[polyspaston.livejournal.com]

*coughcoughcoughspluttercough*

I mean, HI! Everything I say comes out like the above, at the moment. I am glad for typing. :0)

Haven't so much as graced your presence in beaucoup de temps, me honney. How's...everything?!

[devilyouwere.livejournal.com]

Have fun at the grad, m'dear! ♥