unamaga: (eargoggles)
So, Belmont Stakes today. That was awesome - or, wait, no. No it wasn't. Why does it have to happen in my town again, someone tell me? The bloody streets were clogged up and everyone's drunk and roaming around and puking in our bushes - again - and it's so gross out even venturing forth to find food had me sweating my clothes see-through. (And let's not even talk about the group of guys who stopped me on the corner when I was walking to the grocery store to leer at me who I almost punched.) Plus, it's been announced that our house is going on the market as of the 16th and my sister and I are going to find a place somewhere further into Queens and live with her on-again off-again boyfriend. Sigh.

Upside: I now own a proper yoga mat that's a pretty grass green color of which I firmly approve, and my toes are freshly painted. Yay.

Anyway, moving on: this tiny little manip was made a couple of months ago for [livejournal.com profile] cottontail's fic, A Leopard's Tale. You should all go read that first, tell [livejournal.com profile] cottontail how awesome it is, and then come look at this. Yes. :D

ExpandRodney meets Rico. )
unamaga: (you would have done the same)
So. I want your help, guys. Everything you've got: links and pictures and youtube embeds and magazine scans and interviews - everything. MCR, Panic!, FOB, whoever you're into. I haven't really much gotten into their music before, but I'm damned sure gonna try to now.

I HEAR THERE IS MAKING OUT Y/N?
unamaga: (ANGRY MUFFIN >:O)
So, we're heading to Niagara Falls tomorrow and I'm about ready to drop. I think I'll just bring my notebook with me and sit in the rear for a while with my back hunched over like a little back-hunching hermit. Who writes porn. Actually, though, my 'fu is pretty weak right now, which just about makes me want to cry. When was the last time I even porned? WHEN? I don't remember.

Anyway, since I'm unreasonably irritated right now, I'm gonna try some fluff. First three J2 prompts, pls?
unamaga: (run for it)
Ah, holiday gatherings.

Those special times of year when my relatives get together and torture each other with banal talk about hair, flatulence, cookies, what flavor dental floss they use, and how fat someone at the table is getting. Not only was the food disgusting, so was the company. I have a hole in my tongue from biting it all afternoon. The highlight of the time with my family? My mother spilling chocolate cake down her white shirt-front. Awesome.

At least they only tried to force alcohol on me once, so I would 'loosen up' and stop being such a 'bitch'. Right, because you really want alcohol in me - the one with the Irish temper - when I'm on my period and stuck at a table eating the worst lamb I have ever tasted with some of my least favorite people in the world.

Hi. How was your day?

Sorry I haven't gotten to comments yet, but I'll go around in the morning when I'm in a less stab-it-stab-it mood. I love you guys, though! Thanks for not being stupid and prone to whispering about me as soon as I leave a comment thread. *group smish*

ps, sofie? you did make the day so much better. thanks for that, honey.
unamaga: (fucking wank)
Uh, yet another assortment of icons! Sixteen through twenty three were made a while ago for clex_monkie89, who is lurvely and also snazzerific. Yadda, yadda, usual blah blah, want-take-have, customize, blah blah. Sorry for the three-collumn formatting, but...yeah. HTML + me = bad.

1 2 3

ExpandGotchu where I want you )



And now for some pointless, semi-grouchy babbling, mostly caused by hormones. Feel free to, like, run along at this point if you don't wanna read the rest - you don't need to comment if you're taking an icon, though I appreciate the thought muchly. ExpandMore blah-blah blah-blah. )

seven days

Feb. 21st, 2007 12:23 pm
unamaga: (i defy you stars)
Only seven more days of Helluary, only seven more days, only seven more days. Fuuucck, why are there still seven days left. *kicks the world at large*

A sort of angry drabble and a half - ELaC based. Gen.

ExpandIt curls around his windpipe and tightens until he's choking, gagging, crying - no, not crying, never crying. )

ahem.

Feb. 15th, 2007 04:13 am
unamaga: (playing my guitar)
Excuse me, but this needs to come out or I'll do something silly like explode in a BAZILLION ANGRY, BABBLING PIECES. So, Expanda literary rant. ) All of which means: IT JUST MAKES ME MAD OK? I'm shutting up now. Any of you that are still, like, here? You guys get some music, because you're pretty awesome and you certainly deserve it.

-Prince - Get Off
Kinda dirty and hot, but also just plain fun because, c'mon, it's Prince. And it's totally one of those songs you dance around your room to when no one's watching.

-Blue Oyster Cult - Moon Crazy
This is one of those songs I never knew I knew, even though I did know in a really vague way. That made no sense. You'll understand once you listen - it's really catchy and its kind of like you've always known the melody, but you can't quite place where from.

-The Strokes & Regina Spektor - Post-modern Girls
First time I listened to this, I had no idea who Regina Spektor was. I believe I said something along the lines of, "NO! I CAN'T HEAR JULIAN, GO AWAY HOR!!" at the time, but now I take it all back. It's a really fantastic blend of both their styles and, yes. So much love.

-The Prodigy - Wake Up Call
Yeah, I don't know what to say about this one. It's kind of insane and it gets your blood pumping. I like to listen to it when I'm dragging.

-Bjork - Oceania
This song actually amazes me in a way not many songs do. Say what you'd like about Bjork's quirky habits, but the woman can certainly write music and she has a hell of a voice for such a tiny thing. Apparently this was written specifically for an awards ceremony of sorts in Greece, and the London Choir is who backs her up. Man.

-The Books - Don't Even Sing About It
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, and very specifically put together. Not really vocal music, per say, but still moving.

-Dirty Pretty Things - Puffin on a Coffin Nail
Awjofgawf, Carl Barat. Awjofgawf. This is just a demo, apparently, but it definitely should have made it onto the CD. Incredibly jumpy and catchy and, yeah. It's Carl, ok?

-Pink Martini - Brazil
The best thing about Pink Martini is that they're not confined to one type of music. They like to sing jazz and Japanese-inspired and folk and this - which is sweet and romantic with just a dash of salsa.

-Flogging Molly - Devil's Dance Floor
PENNY WHISTLE. If that doesn't get you to download a song, I have no idea what will, you cold-blooded freak. Maybe it's because I'm Celtic, but this song gets me excited in a huge way - emotionally and physically. It comes on and I'm dancing across the room, bouncing along.

-Billy Gillman - Itty Bitty Pretty One
Shut up, I know he was twelve at the time, but he was still cute. I might have had a crush on him and thought he was the best singer in the world. This song, though, has withstood the test of time! I'm a legal adult and I still adore it! It's a remake, obviously, but his angelic little voice is so absolutely perfect for the tune I can't help myself.

Also, Robin is currently on her way to HAWAII, what the hell. *anxious, fidgety fingers* ETA: Nuuu, I accidentally made plans with my mother for dinner tonight at EIGHT O'CLOCK what was I thinking?!
unamaga: (you're beautiful)
ExpandMommy issues - skip )

Whatever. I'd like to fiddle around with my camera, so, a meme involving, hey! Cameras. No nudies, blah blah blah, ok feet, blah blah, scooby doo.

Ask me to take pictures of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about -- it can be anything from my favorite shirt to my cell phone. Leave your requests as a comment to this entry, I'll snap the pictures and post them as soon as I can.

How are you guys? Good day all around, I hope. Have a llama with an afro.

ignore me

Dec. 16th, 2006 02:38 pm
unamaga: (damn you zeus)
everything is annoying today. i woke up annoyed, even the sound of my own typing is annoying me, i want to throw this loaf of bread at the television because you do not put cheese in a vanilla sauce, and my mother just managed to piss me off in less than four seconds - I THINK IT'S A NEW RECORD. whatever, mom. excuse me for getting kicked off last time you came online. and, no, i'm not going to send you an email to apologise for not apologising, jesus christ, just fuck off.

right, so. now that i've scared you all off with my sick-person rage. bah, i'm sorry. i suck, even at sucking. and i'm on aim, dudes, i'm just invisible so my family can't piss me off any futher. apparently today is the day they grace the internet with their collective presence. i'll, like, im you or something. yeah.

wah.
unamaga: (STFU)
A List Of Things I Really Really Can't Stand Ever, Oh My God

  • Someone being loud and/or obnoxious while I'm trying to listen to smooth jazz music or John Mayer. It just doesn't gel, dude, you really ought to stop before I rip out your throat.


  • People who pry until they can twist your words into what they want to hear and then spread whatever you've told them all over the place. My sister does this, my mother does this--hell, every single woman in my immediate family does this--and I want to do painful things to them involving metal rakes and rusted stabbity knives.


  • Breathing too loud. No, shut up, I mean it. It's not that difficult to breathe like a normal person, and just because you have food in your mouth does not mean you are allowed to breathe through your mouth and nose loud enough that I can hear you two rooms over.


  • The same goes for chewing, bitch. Close your fucking mouth or I'll close it for you. And stop clanging your stupid, stupid spoon against the side of your dish like you can't control the force you put it down with, because you really can.


  • When people drive like they walk down the supermarket aisles, all slow and cautious because they're not sure if they want to stop for that red sauce or not. The fuck? Speed up or get off the roads, you old wrinkly bastard.


  • Pushy. Salespeople. Back the hell off and let me actually look at the merchandise I am there to look at otherwise you won't be getting my business, no matter how cheap your prices are. I don't need you shoving all of these ridiculous things in my face and telling me they're a better value. I think I can maybe judge for myself, thank you.


  • Being condescended to, especially when the someone condescending obviously doesn't know what they're talking about. I took level 352 Genetics in my freshman year of college and I have some major science textbooks in my room that I can throw at you if you want to really get into an argument with me about fucking evolution and DNA.


  • Same goes for music--I'm not a pushover, and just because your boyfriend plays the guitar does not mean you have the automatic right to diss any type of music that I listen to and declare me inferior. I can still mess you up by cracking that little guitar stand over your head.


  • Hypocrites, like, a lot. Telling me one thing and then doing another in the same minute does not endear you to me. In fact, it kind of makes me want to punch you in the teeth. Changing your mind is one thing, but being a blatant, ignorant fool is something different entirely.


  • NO MORE FUCKING WIRE HANGERS OR I WILL CUT A BITCH.
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