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There.
Now that I've posted the entry I wrote this afternoon (and tried to post TWICE)...
The car is truly hard to drive now. And I somehow doubt that turning the engine off and back on is doing the poor thing a lot of good.
Happily, Dad's taking it to Saturn tomorrow (Saturday). And I got paid, so I can help foot some of the bill. If it's not too much. Sigh.
There go my plans for getting rid of one credit card debt and part of the other.
I'm finally getting sore from hauling the car around yesterday. I was actually worried for a while there that I was actually fit enough it wouldn't bother me.
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Is it sad or insane of me to cross over The Pretender, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer and Indiana Jones? Probably.
Still, it's all Rossi and LinaMary's fault.
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Am I the only one who can't get into La Femme Nikita? I tried, really. But.... Wilson seems to be unable to look at anything without her eyes WIDE open. We are talking drugged-out, with someone yanking on my eyelids wide open.
Ick.
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I always make it a joke, but I think it could be really interesting to have Drusilla and Nikolaus as sisters... Imagine...
They had bathed in blood. Rivers of it, streets of it, tubs full of it. It clung to them like a film, smelling sweet and sticky. Trickles slivered down cheeks and backs.
Drusilla skipped and swayed as they walked down the street. "The stars are singing to me. They sing of such sweet things like blood and fear and terror."
"Yessss..." A tongue flicked out and caught a drop of ruby blood that ran down from her hair. "Isn't it lovely, my dear?"
Drusilla twirled around and singsonged as Nikolaus followed her back to their lair....
-.
see?
Pure chaos.
And, on that happy note, I depart.
The car is truly hard to drive now. And I somehow doubt that turning the engine off and back on is doing the poor thing a lot of good.
Happily, Dad's taking it to Saturn tomorrow (Saturday). And I got paid, so I can help foot some of the bill. If it's not too much. Sigh.
There go my plans for getting rid of one credit card debt and part of the other.
I'm finally getting sore from hauling the car around yesterday. I was actually worried for a while there that I was actually fit enough it wouldn't bother me.
-=-=-=-
Is it sad or insane of me to cross over The Pretender, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer and Indiana Jones? Probably.
Still, it's all Rossi and LinaMary's fault.
-=-=-=-
Am I the only one who can't get into La Femme Nikita? I tried, really. But.... Wilson seems to be unable to look at anything without her eyes WIDE open. We are talking drugged-out, with someone yanking on my eyelids wide open.
Ick.
-=-=-=-
I always make it a joke, but I think it could be really interesting to have Drusilla and Nikolaus as sisters... Imagine...
They had bathed in blood. Rivers of it, streets of it, tubs full of it. It clung to them like a film, smelling sweet and sticky. Trickles slivered down cheeks and backs.
Drusilla skipped and swayed as they walked down the street. "The stars are singing to me. They sing of such sweet things like blood and fear and terror."
"Yessss..." A tongue flicked out and caught a drop of ruby blood that ran down from her hair. "Isn't it lovely, my dear?"
Drusilla twirled around and singsonged as Nikolaus followed her back to their lair....
-.
see?
Pure chaos.
And, on that happy note, I depart.