February 1st, 2004

two daddies


I think I have to get dressed now. >_> Ugh, clothing of the devil. I wish I could bring my stuffed panther with me everywhere and just faaalllllll asleeeeeep (the real life panther would, of course, be better... but that seems to be no-go for a myriad of reasons). But that's probably escapist.

Ooh, Frontpage is on my bad'uns list. I generally like it, but not when it stops responding in the middle of a task and doesn't let me save! And that is the sucky. (And the task that it wouldn't let me save was a page of Re-Animator screencaps... so people who might be interested in those, feel free to rise up against my computer. MUTINY, I SAY!)

Mmm, Re-Animator. Someone who is not me needs to write some naughty Re-Animator slash. Because.... argh. But it is so difficult to think of Herbert as a sexual creature and keep him fairly Herbert-like. Gah, so very frustrating.

Not that I'm much good at writing porn anyway. Be glad. My porn is so cheesy. "Cue '70s background music" cheesy. But I'm not proud.
  • Current Music
    Drip, drip, drip... like in that Bambi song


I hate that "I want to cry" feeling... and I hate vaccuum cleaners. And my father. And are those menstrual cramps? Ohhhhh... go awaaaaaay. Everything should just go away and leave me alone. I don't like being responsible for things. I don't like weekends. I don't like being home when my father is home. He gives me the unpleasant heebie-jeebies.

Urgh... goawaygoawaygoaway.
  • Current Music
    Ani DiFranco- Hell Yeah