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Gosh, I love having a job. Hate the work, love the money.

I bought myself the first two seasons of Psych. And for my friends, presents.
Plus it was nice for people to smile and look at me (courteousLEE) while I was out. I must have on the friendly face today. Or it's the outfit.

Anyway…

(oh wait, no, that's not a typo)

Duke Ellington for sale at Amazon's MP3 daily deal! $1.99 for 26 of his reputed best.

Also, new mood theme. (With very few repeats!) Kiss Me Kate, the 2001 stage production as recorded in London (in 2003). I love it. Goodbye, Tin Man.

I love "Kiss Me Kate". There is absolutely nothing feminine about Brent Barrett (well perhaps the earring). He's even from Kansas, which, like being Canadian, ups his virility tenfold. Plus, he once played Archibald Craven in "The Secret Garden"—which I miss listening to.

Laundry and crafts and the shops await.

So I mildly fell back in love with Psych last Sunday, until I remembered and was once again distracted by the phrase "omg they're a couple off-screen!" trickling through my brain. It's pathetic. *limp* But I've realised that Buzz McNab looks so much like Zee, save for having brown eyes instead of blue, that I feel compelled to watch and ogle the cartoon-to-real-life pretty. Will have screen caps soon. Well, here's a wee picture of Buzz.

In other news… I can't find my copy of Great Expectations. I put off reading it for the last couple of weeks (which might explain a lot) to read something else, and now have … misplaced it. This saddens me.

My brother finally got home safe and sound. I'm working a lot, me and my musical jobs. Finally blessed with an evening where I did nothing but finish reading a book and spend quality time with the cat.

Yes, I will write e-mails, because I hate the residue of hypocrisy dangling from me like garlands of dead roses.

eta
also… am keeping lots of people in my thoughts. you know, the purified thoughts.

oh and I have a good quote…

…always we must respect another's completeness.

because then it would seem like we really wanted nothing from them, nothing to take and nothing to steal, and nothing to offer but love.

hypocrite

Wow, okay…

So if you log out of LJ and log back in, it resets the glitches with comments landing in your inbox as well as being e-mailed to you.


Fascinating.

… and I need this place why again?


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and while I'm complaining… If someone takes the time to write you an e-mail that expresses a wide variety of emotions and certain topics, which the writer is otherwise not prone to do, the least that can be offered in return is a brief acknowledgement of this e-mail's existence. *hypocrite*

What's your complaint of the day? Other than me and my constant bitchiness as of late.

Hey Nillie, guess what! I'm not receiving notifications either! Woo! Now I can climb the ladder to the clubhouse!

Also, for those of you that know Nils…

Every time you see anything dinosaur related, you think of her. *raises hand*


Also, also, I went to the cinema for the first time since November 2008, and am now among you elite who saw Star Trek. That's how hip I am.

Mum's home-made lasagne for dinner. Writhe in your jealousy!

Happy Canada Day!

( Rissy's Birthday! )

I have nothing of substance to post.



‘I am on holiday … and when on holiday, it is quite opportune to eat as much as one is able. My stomach means to grow round as a knoll, and I mean to be a cantankerous fat man when I am old.’

     This part may actually turn out to be six releases long, not five.

The Particulars of Friendship || View Details



Part Twenty: Stillness (2 of 5)

( I see your lack of guess … and raise you mine. )

( The team I miss… and sometimes I'm not nice. )

I'm in a crummy mood and sick of doing everything. Why do I always end up in this position? Maybe I don't want to do all the work! I'm sure there's a fic in this whine and cheese of mine.
And I have been moved to listen to Front Line Assembly, which is not something I am ever moved to do.

No one's posted anything on the flist today.


So… Answer one or all and DO IT NOW.

How are you?
What are you wearing?
What's your fetish of the day?
Who's your best friend?
If you could buy anything right now, what would it be?
Do you eat breakfast?
What are you listening to?
What book are you reading?

( Full of I don't even know what… )

Tim, about Zero…


He’s as adorable as a prickle-backed puppy dog.

Jeeves/Bertie final ep cap squee!

( just two pictures… )

Now, with that on my brain, I'm off to write more. *blows kisses to all*

:



(i just don't even care)

otherwise sit on my ass and be lazy

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but we all know that somewhere around 2 pm,
I'll get restless,
and think of what I could be writing doing.

I'm so bored. And fitful.

Er… Anyone want some story commentary? My insights into Eli, Al, interludes, TLDT, TpoF, or anything at all? Oh, and there's more…

*eyes memes*

eta: Erm… the writing I did tonight tipped TPoF beyond the point of 300,000 words. I really wasn't expecting that.

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Blimey, I just wrote lots!

Mal, describing Zero's heart. (TPoF, 89)


‘Cold—but warmed to its depths when someone pours the suns of summer upon it.’

   It really has been six weeks, yes! *pathetic*

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Part Twenty: Stillness (1 of 5)

( Pity is not the way to earn my respect. )

I really need to find a way to fix my life.
As soon as I figure out what the hell's wrong with it.