coffee / shoso strip / bad TV
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vamplover84
You are a double espresso at three AM.
You are the tortured, nail-biting essence of
coffee. You see visions. You could change the
world if only you were up at the same time as
everyone else. You have created a programming
language that throws errors if the code is not
written in iambic pentameter, and you are
infuriated by the typos in the new edition of
Ulysses. You practice sarcasm as a
form of tantric sex, and your cats have
doctorates. You believe in virgin sacrifice in
a good cause.
What kind of coffee are you?
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This is a little too close to the truth. Just a little.
On Monday, I ordered a copy of Sheena Ringo's Shoso Strip used from the excellent Tokyo Recohan service for a whopping $16 (including shipping) instead of the $60 or so Amazon would have charged (though I can no longer find it at all on their site). I was expecting it in a week or even two, but it arrived today. Besides the packaging being a most excellent shade of pink (#ff9084), it also appears to be brand-new. I already had most of the tracks from this record, but it's much better having the entire thing in its official form. Also, there is a cute booklet included wherein Sheena appears to be teaching a monkey to smoke.
I am still ill. Mr. Glove has my car, so I'm stuck in my house with my sickness and irritability following me from room to room. My hair looks fantastic, but it’s the only part of me that does. I went to bed at 10 last night (!!!!) and dozed fitfully for 12 hours, dreaming of old friend Xina for the fifth or sixth night in a row. I know these dreams are trying to tell me something, but it would be most useful if they'd just tell me her telephone number.
Because I'm sick, I sat through a lot of TV last night that I normally wouldn't stay still for, i.e., The O.C. (Summer's gaunt, button-eyed face freaks me out, and one need not be a regular viewer to hate Marissa), and later Drawn Together, which is one of the most depressing things I've ever seen, though Mr. G insists it is actually funny. I didn't think it was offensive so much as just stupid and loud. It cites stereotypes but doesn't try to subvert them in any way, so it's pointless as well as crude and sad-making.
vamplover84 You are a double espresso at three AM.
You are the tortured, nail-biting essence of
coffee. You see visions. You could change the
world if only you were up at the same time as
everyone else. You have created a programming
language that throws errors if the code is not
written in iambic pentameter, and you are
infuriated by the typos in the new edition of
Ulysses. You practice sarcasm as a
form of tantric sex, and your cats have
doctorates. You believe in virgin sacrifice in
a good cause.
What kind of coffee are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
This is a little too close to the truth. Just a little.
On Monday, I ordered a copy of Sheena Ringo's Shoso Strip used from the excellent Tokyo Recohan service for a whopping $16 (including shipping) instead of the $60 or so Amazon would have charged (though I can no longer find it at all on their site). I was expecting it in a week or even two, but it arrived today. Besides the packaging being a most excellent shade of pink (#ff9084), it also appears to be brand-new. I already had most of the tracks from this record, but it's much better having the entire thing in its official form. Also, there is a cute booklet included wherein Sheena appears to be teaching a monkey to smoke.
I am still ill. Mr. Glove has my car, so I'm stuck in my house with my sickness and irritability following me from room to room. My hair looks fantastic, but it’s the only part of me that does. I went to bed at 10 last night (!!!!) and dozed fitfully for 12 hours, dreaming of old friend Xina for the fifth or sixth night in a row. I know these dreams are trying to tell me something, but it would be most useful if they'd just tell me her telephone number.
Because I'm sick, I sat through a lot of TV last night that I normally wouldn't stay still for, i.e., The O.C. (Summer's gaunt, button-eyed face freaks me out, and one need not be a regular viewer to hate Marissa), and later Drawn Together, which is one of the most depressing things I've ever seen, though Mr. G insists it is actually funny. I didn't think it was offensive so much as just stupid and loud. It cites stereotypes but doesn't try to subvert them in any way, so it's pointless as well as crude and sad-making.
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Date: 2004-12-10 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 12:27 pm (UTC)And I would agree that DT's toilet humor is made for boys...except I know that girlie-girl
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Date: 2004-12-10 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 02:00 pm (UTC)Hope your health matches your hair's vitality soon!
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Date: 2004-12-10 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-11 10:46 pm (UTC)Ha! But your cats have doctorates! You see visions! What could be better than that?
Hope you get better soon. Being sick is the suckiest of sucking things. :)