Jul. 2nd, 2003

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1) LJ was being a bitch last night and wouldn't allow me access to my journal, turning it read-only for "a couple of minutes" that lasted multiple hours. At least they've posted a wherefore, now. Looking for this last night though, and zilch. Grr.

2) I bought the first book of Transmetropolitan today and holymotheroffuck it's good. I want to buy the second one tomorrow. We'll see how virtuous I am.

3) "Socks are like sex. Tons of it about and I never seem to get any." - Prince George, Blackadder the Third
I bought multiple new pairs of socks today (the ubiquitous black). I also bought stripy toe socks: purple stripes, and pink and orange, because they came with the purple stripes. They are only ankle height, because the only knee height ones were yicky pastel.

4) Today was too damn long. I couldn't cope.

5) I now have a copy of Bloodsucking Fiends saved, as of yesterday. In desperation, I checked the romance bookshop where Nat and I used to get our Anita Blakes ridiculously cheap, and put it on hold. I have checked a total of eight bookshops looking for this.

6) I planned on doing stuff tonight, and I have done none of it. Am finding it hard to care. Think I will go and attempt that drawing for Zan, as don't have enough concentration to attempt to write.

7) Has National Australia Bank been turned into National America Bank? No? Then why the fuck are we (whether it be one dept or the whole bank, I don't know yet) celebrating July 4? Maybe when they celebrate Australia Day we can talk about it. And when your president isn't a buttmonkey. And getthefuck out of my microfiche room, office boy. I don't care if you don't want to be cutting out stars, either. I was planning on spending that time listening to Triple J and reading Transmetropolitan, and you made me work. Grr.
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My scalp is still flaking pink. Damn dye.

In more exciting news, I have pencilled, inked, and scanned Zan's drawing. Now I just need to colour it, and he will have a Vodka Angel. He now owes me an Absinthe Angel/Demon/Monster/Whatever. Whoo!

Just watched the Comedy Debate, and have strange desire for Boothby Graffoe/Dave Gorman slash. Preferably involving their ant impressions. I am a sick, sick person who needs treatment. However, I have yoghurt covered sultanas! This makes everything better.

I was going to say something... then forgot what it was. Hmm.

"And easily distracted shall be thy gift; and thy initial on both web and ground shall be D."

I found a couple of scripts I wrote for the Rocky Horror/BMB parody I played around with in the earlier days of Wackiness, did I mention? I've also pencilled a new Wackiness, so there's no need to get on my case about it...

My room's a fucken disaster area. My sister came in here earlier and dumped stuff, thus tipping it over the delicate balance into completely unworkable.

I need comments and new people friending me tonight. You know those nights when you think to yourself, "No one has commented on my entries, and I haven't had a new person friend me for three days! Wah! I am unloved!" Yep, because secretly, I am five.


Lalala. My sister is watching Breakfast Club with her friend. Now there's quality TV. I, however, am virtuous, and so shall go to bed.

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