polywolly

3027 - (Home it is. The home where no one teases me about my Rickman Addiction. )

Yup. Nanaea?

I am no longer allowed to consider a cigarette a full serving of fruit.

7am, 60 degree weather, a light drizzle, a large mug of coffee, nowhere to be for the entire day. <-- Now that's my version of heaven.

I am waving at everyone! *waves* I am echoing Daz's sentiment and adding that men's television habits deteriorate with age. My husband is living proof. Two and a Half Men. That's all I'm saying...

3025 - (I am so glad that, after 10 or 12 hours of incomprehensible boredom, I get to come to a place where people say things like, "I have to finish my anal scene." )

No! Her protoge, if that's how protoge is spelled... Daz?

I am no longer allowed to consider coffee a vegetable.

Not guilty. I know my husband, and I value my toes. g/ng: Has fallen asleep at an inopportune time.

I am bragging that my Mom, knowing I had to work all day, went to the library to get the book I've been wanting to read. Isn't she wicked awesome?! I am also going to pretend I'm a writer of some kind and actually use words to tell a story in a semi-pleasing fashion. I am trying not to be hard on myself for being so lax with my writing, but meh...what's a person to do?

I am aware that Jason Newstead is fairly hygenic, and he has lots of money, and he knows all the guys from Metallica except Cliff Burton because the stupid bus squished him, and he seems of above average intelligence. I am concluding that, if I had to choose, I'd choose Jason. I am going to drag my sorry ass into the shower. See you tomorrow sometime. Night, Daz!

^ Is very right. < Is very tired. < Also has waaaaaaaaay too many things to do before bedtime like shower and...well...just shower. V Knows why someone might think of taking a shower as hard work.

Aye! Daz?

symphony

3005

Not guilty. My husband watches it while I tell him what happened on Hugh Laurie...I mean...on House. g/ng: Watches Nip/Tuck

I am grabbing Daz by the ankles and hauling her back to sanity! I am reminding her about the Hepititis thing and god knows what else is growing on that thing...

I am no longer allowed to mention that there are plenty of things to read, but nothing remotely interesting. I am no longer allowed to put off purchasing the books I want when I want so that I have to go to the library. Blech!

^ Has a very kind soul. < Wonders how < has managed to avoid him all this time. < Thinks it's the pheromones clouding our usual preferences, since < is not particularly fond of cherries or whip cream. Chocolate sauce on the other hand... *drools* V Will forgive me for not perpetuating the orgy. < Brain need rest. Words hard now. V understands.

Yup! Daz?

Throwing Copper (made me think of the band Live)

Not guilty. Sorry. If I'm as blocked on it as I am my fic, it would read: "And then...aw hell, I don't know. Someone does something and then says something clever and then...fuck! Then Poly's head exploded, much to the dismay of several onlookers. More on the News at 11." g/ng: Gets melodramic sometimes for no reason whatsoever.

I am telling Daz to turn away from the Dave Navaro as quickly as she can!

3003 or... 30033003300330033003300330033003300330033003300330033003...ad infinitum

I am no longer allowed to read the end of a really good book on my day off because now I have nothing to read at hell (work) tomorrow!