fredericks (
fredericks) wrote2003-12-05 08:14 pm
Wobble wobble...
See, I *would* drop it like it was hot, but I don't necessarily have anything ill to share. Today was my off-day, and I celebrated by staying home like the lazy ass that I am. I pulled out my television and DVD player and set them up in my room so I could revel in the simple pleasures of Hugh Jackman and the QAF crew. Sadly, no, there wasn't a divine guest-starring appearance; I just watched some of X2 and planned on taking in some of my QAF S1 and 2 before I passed out from exhaustion. Playing Mario Kart is so draining.
It's the start of some bad-ass snow storm on the East Coast. The City's supposed to end up with 6 inches or so. We always get shafted when it comes to the total snow amount. But I guess it beats living in the boonies of upstate and getting pounded with 2 feet every other day. Anywho, I decided to go the gym anyway because I knew I wouldn't make it tomorrow (effin' full day of work, although I'm not complaining since I have Sunday and Monday off). Big mistake. The usual 15 minute bus ride plus 15 minute walk to the gym instead ended up taking me 2 hours, most of that spent waiting for the bus. And what's the deal with people standing in the front of the bus and leaving the back roomy so the bus drivers are fooled into thinking the bus is full? Pisses me the eff off.
Came home with frozen feet, cooked dinner, and am now avoiding all responsibility and thought by putting around on the web.
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Hmm. Is it wrong that out of the Fab Five I can see myself having a meaningful relationship with Thom and fucking the hell out of Kyan? If they were into the females, of course. Oh, wait, that makes me the same as every other hot-blooded female viewer. When Kyan pulled himself up on the dressing room door to chastise the MB I think I was in shock for a good fifteen seconds. The good kind, though. But Thom reminds me of most guys I like: dark-haired, kick-ass sense of humor, and great with a brush. Or not. He's just so cute you wanna pinch his cheek.
Jai is so disposable. And what's with the funky name-spelling?
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I have to send Winzce a thank-you present for putting up with my ass. He's such a great guy. And I'm so pathetic it isn't even funny.
Nah, I'm just in a funk. It's my paranoid depressed stage. I go through them from time to time. I'm convinced everyone is laughing about me or talking about me. At least it's mild this time around. I think a night of good sleep and some good vibes will help.
Or not. I dunno.
Yay! Me me me!
Goddamn you, LJ.
It's the start of some bad-ass snow storm on the East Coast. The City's supposed to end up with 6 inches or so. We always get shafted when it comes to the total snow amount. But I guess it beats living in the boonies of upstate and getting pounded with 2 feet every other day. Anywho, I decided to go the gym anyway because I knew I wouldn't make it tomorrow (effin' full day of work, although I'm not complaining since I have Sunday and Monday off). Big mistake. The usual 15 minute bus ride plus 15 minute walk to the gym instead ended up taking me 2 hours, most of that spent waiting for the bus. And what's the deal with people standing in the front of the bus and leaving the back roomy so the bus drivers are fooled into thinking the bus is full? Pisses me the eff off.
Came home with frozen feet, cooked dinner, and am now avoiding all responsibility and thought by putting around on the web.
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Hmm. Is it wrong that out of the Fab Five I can see myself having a meaningful relationship with Thom and fucking the hell out of Kyan? If they were into the females, of course. Oh, wait, that makes me the same as every other hot-blooded female viewer. When Kyan pulled himself up on the dressing room door to chastise the MB I think I was in shock for a good fifteen seconds. The good kind, though. But Thom reminds me of most guys I like: dark-haired, kick-ass sense of humor, and great with a brush. Or not. He's just so cute you wanna pinch his cheek.
Jai is so disposable. And what's with the funky name-spelling?
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I have to send Winzce a thank-you present for putting up with my ass. He's such a great guy. And I'm so pathetic it isn't even funny.
Nah, I'm just in a funk. It's my paranoid depressed stage. I go through them from time to time. I'm convinced everyone is laughing about me or talking about me. At least it's mild this time around. I think a night of good sleep and some good vibes will help.
Or not. I dunno.
Yay! Me me me!
Goddamn you, LJ.