*bleary look*

My alarm going off this morning was a very unpleasant surprise. I was so disoriented, I couldn't figure out why I'd set it to go off on a Saturday.

Sigh.

It took about two minutes to work out it was probably Thursday, which just made me not want to get up more.

am not in a happy mood.

If you're on my flist, and you say any of the following, please get off.

1. "I hope Gwen dies in a fire"

2. "female friendships bore me."

Seriously, have you people fucking paid attention to this journal at ALL in the last motherfucking year?

adventures in photoshop

Kara, your hair is annoying me. *grumbles*

Don't make me give you obvious nipplage, woman. Sam will spend time mocking you, just as soon as the photographer looks away, and then there will be groping and you grabbing his ass...