Of hair, video games, manga and horses
Apr. 15th, 2004 07:38 pmWaaiiiii! And squee and all of that nonsense. I just talked to my Dark Horse In The Running (that's a "Heathers" joke for those who don't know,) on the telephone, totally breaking my rule that no one gets my phone number before meeting in person. (I'm weird that way.) He also got my real first name out of me...and my last name! Holy crap. He's funny and nice and smart and all that stuff that we like in dark horses. One more SQUEEE and then I'm pau.
/nonsense
I came home from work today and, in the spirit of April, dyed my hairsome hideous mixture of streaked orange, burgundy, and red over the natural black red. Clearly I cannot be trusted with my own hair. I should have learned by now that the hair gods were angry, but did I? NO.
A bunch of other things, too, but now I can't remember any of them. Blah blah! Pink Floyd is still cool after all these years. Gotta change the background to that painting, or maybe write some more instead. Beat the living Christ out of Reeve. He's got it coming, just look at him, in that ShinRa uniform and trimmed goatee.
My Mom loves Petshop of Horrors. I brought her the first book and told her, "read it!" My Mom indulges my whims, so she did. She gave it back a few days later saying, "That was pretty cool." Then a few seconds go by and she adds, in this oddly shy voice, "...do you have any more?" She likes Leon. I do, too! Moms are good, aren't they? So are Dads. And grandparents, and cousins, and brothers, and best friends, and dark horses.
Tomorrow's Friday. Sunshine and flowers!
/nonsense
I came home from work today and, in the spirit of April, dyed my hair
A bunch of other things, too, but now I can't remember any of them. Blah blah! Pink Floyd is still cool after all these years. Gotta change the background to that painting, or maybe write some more instead. Beat the living Christ out of Reeve. He's got it coming, just look at him, in that ShinRa uniform and trimmed goatee.
My Mom loves Petshop of Horrors. I brought her the first book and told her, "read it!" My Mom indulges my whims, so she did. She gave it back a few days later saying, "That was pretty cool." Then a few seconds go by and she adds, in this oddly shy voice, "...do you have any more?" She likes Leon. I do, too! Moms are good, aren't they? So are Dads. And grandparents, and cousins, and brothers, and best friends, and dark horses.
Tomorrow's Friday. Sunshine and flowers!