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Graabir Boubi, the fucking ruckus wind
19 March 2006 @ 03:46 am
Work fails. I stood up all day Saturday (nine hours!) and this afternoon, I have to don three and a half inch heels to go hang around my step-mom and great aunt. (And my dad, who is kind of the only reason I am going.) Then it's time to set up furniture and get mad at Ikea for making stupid shit I have to actually assemble myself.

Whatever happened to being able to sleep in anymore? (I do, however, have tomorrow to Wednesday off! Dear God in Heaven, please let there be a new Lost on Wednesday!)

Oh, and PS, anyone who was going to bother with that root touch-up shit from Clairol, do not bother, pls and thank you. It turned my very nice light auburn hair into like, poop on a stick, making it look like my roots were even longer. F-!

Look, one more edit up in here! Joanie, we need to do something, unless you think I'm lame because I never call and seem to have fallen into the endless void that is the stupid lab. I've been honing my Soul Calibur 3 skills! A little. I've gone from button mashing to knowing the really good ring-out moves.
Graabir Boubi, the fucking ruckus wind
20 January 2006 @ 08:30 pm
Pages 4-9 of UXM 468. Rachel = ♥. x-posted liek woah.Collapse )
Graabir Boubi, the fucking ruckus wind
20 January 2006 @ 07:11 pm
I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx) have decided - oo-la-la! - to tell all.

Even though it took me forever to finish, I enjoyed this book a lot. The plot is pretty straightforward, being that Lucifer/Satan/Your Mom/Whatever you call him has been given a kind of second chance by the Big Man Upstairs. Lucifer can return to Heaven if he manages to live a mortal life for one month without sin, by inhabiting the body of a down-and-out English writer by the name of Declan, whose soul currently resides in Purgatory after his half-assed suicide attempt. (Look out, he's a cutter!) I'm not spoiling the book at all by saying he goes on the straight and narrow for thirty days: he's the devil, for christ's sake, it's to be expected. While the book details his various exploits (including lots of sex, lots of drinking, and writing a screenplay all about the Fall) it's also got a number of fun "You remember that thing in the Bible when.. ____? Forget it." scenes, which while they're probably not, uh, correct (maybe they are?) are amusing just the same. Despite the subject, it isn't too racy or too blasphemous, although it's not something you want to read aloud to your kid sister or something. Umm, yes. That is my review, wtf. Worst ever.
Current Music: the tain, part iv, the decemberists.
Graabir Boubi, the fucking ruckus wind
20 January 2006 @ 01:59 am
WTF aim, why do you toy with my heart so.