Work was boring, hence my not really saying anything. I also have a niggling headache this afternoon which is not making me feel compelled to wax lyrical about anything in particular.
*sits around and looks bored*
Bleh, I go. Bleh, and wait for mum to get home. Then sit and ponder how much I really REALLY want to go see X2 again but I have no money till Friday... then sit and ponder more cause in the course of chatting to Rachie last night she mentioned this apparent plan to see Matrix this weekend. This apparent plan I know nothing about because Char has not seen fit to call me and tell me about it yet.
*looks moderately accusing at Char*
Eh whatever, she's been weird since the whole Rachael/Bunny thing anyway. Madame Moodswing, that's her. Mum and JR'll go and see it at some point anyway so whether I go on Saturday or not I don't honestly care. It's not like I've been holding my breath.
Ohh, Jackman's Landing had 2 screencaps from what Kat and I have dubbed the "blood-scamper-Raargh!" scene... *withers and dies*
Poor snuffle-bunny, you just wanna hug him and squeeze him and call him George...
The angst! The angst! Feeeeel the angst!
I hear noises... maybe something interesting is going on downstairs...
*sits around and looks bored*
Bleh, I go. Bleh, and wait for mum to get home. Then sit and ponder how much I really REALLY want to go see X2 again but I have no money till Friday... then sit and ponder more cause in the course of chatting to Rachie last night she mentioned this apparent plan to see Matrix this weekend. This apparent plan I know nothing about because Char has not seen fit to call me and tell me about it yet.
*looks moderately accusing at Char*
Eh whatever, she's been weird since the whole Rachael/Bunny thing anyway. Madame Moodswing, that's her. Mum and JR'll go and see it at some point anyway so whether I go on Saturday or not I don't honestly care. It's not like I've been holding my breath.
Ohh, Jackman's Landing had 2 screencaps from what Kat and I have dubbed the "blood-scamper-Raargh!" scene... *withers and dies*
Poor snuffle-bunny, you just wanna hug him and squeeze him and call him George...
The angst! The angst! Feeeeel the angst!
I hear noises... maybe something interesting is going on downstairs...