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11:24 p.m. - Friday, Feb. 23, 2007
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I Y DEAN
I Y SAM
This is a present from me to Avril for sending that nice letter and rose
petals. These two very eligible young men, are unfortunately not avaliable,
as they currently belong to me and my best frienemy. So hands off, bitches. Sam
and Dean are ours (notice I didn't use mine, because I'm in a good
mood today). Her letter and rose petals are currently my phone wallpaper.
This is a skin that took me fifteen minutes to make, I was capitvated by the
stare of the model and the mascara bleeding phrase from Anne's old blog
blended in stupendously.
YAWP auditions are tomorrow, and after that we have OM. It'll be a busy day,
with much to and fro travelling, but my mother has kindly purchased The Devil
Wears Prada. I'm a little late in reading it, I finished half when I borrowed
it, and skimmed through the rest, but this time I am going to read it properly.
Also bought BBC's Book of Books for five bucks, a good deal since it's the
guide to the survey they took of Britain's readers in 2003 of the nations most
loved books. It's been interesting so far, and Florence will be glad to know
Alex Rider was number 107. How Meg Cabot's Princess Diaries was in the Top 100,
I have no fucking idea.
A random poll of those who watched Supernatural: Dean 3, Sam 3. Seems that
they work best together after all.
Okay, seriously, I am Supernatural-fangirling. Whose fault is that? Avril's.
Not that I'm blaming her.
Good Omens, the collaborative masterpiece by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
is high high high on the Top 100 list! Here's a little follow up essay on
that book, courtesy of HarperCollins!
Crowley: a demon
Resolution #1: I must accept that Super-Gluing valuable coins to the sidewalk
and then watching events from a nearby café is not proper demonic activity.
Resolution #2: The same applies to rearranging the letters on wayside pulpits.
Resolution #3: Try to come up with something as good as cell phone ringtones,
following one last stab at convincing Downstairs that cell phone ringtones are
right up there in the whole Human Misery stakes. And iPods. Has anybody Down
There even said thank you for iPods? Or "Googling yourself?" Frankly,
I deserve some kind of award for "Googling yourself."
Resolution #4: I must encourage greedy people to use the term, "Low-hanging
fruit," because that's just like old times.
Resolution #5: This year, I will get a desk near the window.
Resolution #6: I will try to understand why Hell is a no-smoking area. I just
think it's ridiculous having to stand around outside the gates, that's all.
Resolution #7: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in
Intelligent Design, because it upsets everyone.
Resolution #8: Stop Googling myself.
Aziraphale: an angel
Resolution #1: Spread peace and love and glad tidings of great joy throughout
the world. Also try to get out more.
Resolution #2: I will be charitable to people who use the term "core
values," however difficult this may be.
Resolution #3: Notwithstanding Resolution #2 (above), I will redouble my efforts
to have the utterance of the phrase "core values" classified as a
deadly sin. I believe Himself is with me on this one.
Resolution #4: I will try to be nicer to the customers. They want to buy
books; I want to sell them. It can't be that hard. (Memo to self: Regular
opening hours? Mark prices on books?)
Resolution #5: I will try to be polite to Gabriel, no matter what the
provocation.
Resolution #6: Find out exactly what an "Internet" is.
Resolution #7: Really must resume dancing lessons. Learn the "Galloping
Major," the "Gay Gordons," the "Mashed Potatoes."
Possibly even the "Twist"?
Resolution #8: Thwart Infernal Wiles (ongoing).
Resolution #9: I will try to understand why Heaven is a non-smoking area.
Resolution #10: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in
Intelligent Design – despite the fact that the human airway crosses the
digestive tract. Who thought that was intelligent?
Resolution #11: Feed the ducks.
11:03 p.m. - Friday, Feb. 23, 2007
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testing
10:56 p.m. - Friday, Feb. 23, 2007
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Testing stupid new skin.
Can't see my nice Supernatural post.
10:50 p.m. - Friday, Feb. 23, 2007
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I Y DEAN
I Y SAM
This is a present from me to Avril for sending that nice letter and rose
petals. These two very eligible young men, are unfortunately not avaliable,
as they currently belong to me and my best frienemy. So hands off, bitches. Sam
and Dean are ours (notice I didn't use mine, because I'm in a good
mood today). Her letter and rose petals are currently my phone wallpaper.
This is a skin that took me fifteen minutes to make, I was capitvated by the
stare of the model and the mascara bleeding phrase from Anne's old blog
blended in stupendously.
YAWP auditions are tomorrow, and after that we have OM. It'll be a busy day,
with much to and fro travelling, but my mother has kindly purchased The Devil
Wears Prada. I'm a little late in reading it, I finished half when I borrowed
it, and skimmed through the rest, but this time I am going to read it properly.
Also bought BBC's Book of Books for five bucks, a good deal since it's the
guide to the survey they took of Britain's readers in 2003 of the nations most
loved books. It's been interesting so far, and Florence will be glad to know
Alex Rider was number 107. How Meg Cabot's Princess Diaries was in the Top 100,
I have no fucking idea.
A random poll of those who watched Supernatural: Dean 3, Sam 3. Seems that
they work best together after all.
Okay, seriously, I am Supernatural-fangirling. Whose fault is that? Avril's.
Not that I'm blaming her.
Good Omens, the collaborative masterpiece by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
is high high high on the Top 100 list! Here's a little follow up essay on
that book, courtesy of HarperCollins!
Crowley: a demon
Resolution #1: I must accept that Super-Gluing valuable coins to the sidewalk
and then watching events from a nearby café is not proper demonic activity.
Resolution #2: The same applies to rearranging the letters on wayside pulpits.
Resolution #3: Try to come up with something as good as cell phone ringtones,
following one last stab at convincing Downstairs that cell phone ringtones are
right up there in the whole Human Misery stakes. And iPods. Has anybody Down
There even said thank you for iPods? Or "Googling yourself?" Frankly,
I deserve some kind of award for "Googling yourself."
Resolution #4: I must encourage greedy people to use the term, "Low-hanging
fruit," because that's just like old times.
Resolution #5: This year, I will get a desk near the window.
Resolution #6: I will try to understand why Hell is a no-smoking area. I just
think it's ridiculous having to stand around outside the gates, that's all.
Resolution #7: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in
Intelligent Design, because it upsets everyone.
Resolution #8: Stop Googling myself.
Aziraphale: an angel
Resolution #1: Spread peace and love and glad tidings of great joy throughout
the world. Also try to get out more.
Resolution #2: I will be charitable to people who use the term "core
values," however difficult this may be.
Resolution #3: Notwithstanding Resolution #2 (above), I will redouble my efforts
to have the utterance of the phrase "core values" classified as a
deadly sin. I believe Himself is with me on this one.
Resolution #4: I will try to be nicer to the customers. They want to buy
books; I want to sell them. It can't be that hard. (Memo to self: Regular
opening hours? Mark prices on books?)
Resolution #5: I will try to be polite to Gabriel, no matter what the
provocation.
Resolution #6: Find out exactly what an "Internet" is.
Resolution #7: Really must resume dancing lessons. Learn the "Galloping
Major," the "Gay Gordons," the "Mashed Potatoes."
Possibly even the "Twist"?
Resolution #8: Thwart Infernal Wiles (ongoing).
Resolution #9: I will try to understand why Heaven is a non-smoking area.
Resolution #10: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in
Intelligent Design – despite the fact that the human airway crosses the
digestive tract. Who thought that was intelligent?
Resolution #11: Feed the ducks.
10:23 p.m. - Friday, Feb. 23, 2007
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