lierdumoa | everything and the kitchen sink

My room is so *empty* now. I had a nightmare last night that this tiny Puerto Rican chick I met two summers ago named Doris moved in with me. She brought, like, 6 really narrow bunk beds with her and usurped my fridge space and computer space. I was so upset. I wanted my fridge and computer back, and the beds were fucking ugly. I suppose it's my fault for eating chocolate at three in the morning.

My favorite pair of jeans is falling apart far too quickly. First it was the wearing away of the denim at the ankles (because I'm so ridiculously short that my pants drag when I wear flip-flops). Then it was the rip at the back of my left thigh, when I tried to jump the fence of death, with the sharp jagged edges at the top. Well, technically I didn't just try -- I succeeded. However, seeing as I also ended up with a thin, bleeding scratch on my back upper thigh and a rip in my favorite pants, I don't really count the whole endeavor as a success. I'll stick to regular fences for jumping from now on.

But where was I? Oh yes -- my pants. They're lovely pants. Low rise, stretch denim. They're the most comfortable pants in the world. Well, now the button above the zipper fly has fallen out. It's left a hole, which is convenient if I want to loop something through the two closing flaps of my fly. Very convenient considering I don't have a safety pin. I've resorted to using a key ring to hold the top of my pants together. After all, if I don't have *something* holding the top together, the zipper will unzip while I'm walking and I'll inadvertently flash the top of my bush at unsuspecting strangers. This is a bad thing. Bad.

My poor, poor jeans. How cruel I have been to you.

In other news, my 'friend of' list broke into the forties today. Or yesterday. I think it was yesterday. I can't remember. I know this because I check my userinfo page all the time. I'm totally neurotic about it. I use it to navigate, mostly -- to get to the journals of people on my friends list. And, due to the nature of the links on my userinfo page, I end up neurotically reading over other peoples userinfo as well.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. Growth on my 'friends of' list. I can thank all my new QaF peeps for that -- six in all. And more randomly, someone off

maiaj's friends list, and an old fan of my HP fic from back in the day. How cool is that? I mean, do you know how long it's been since I've been anything resembling prolific in that fandom?

Prolific!

visbot, that's the word I couldn't remember when I was talking to you on AIM the other day! When we were talking about BNF's, in case you don't remember.

What else....Oh! I updated AIM. Now I get a brief notification every time someone signs on. Or signs off. Or goes idle. Or goes active. Or goes away. Or comes back. Like I fucking care. I need to find a way how to turn that shit off. Bugger. Oh, and the evil program that stole the name of my google search toolbar and renamed my google search toolbar stkklydchsc? Still there. Being annoying. I really need to figure out how to get rid of it.

And on a completely unrelated note, today's fanfiction pet peeve is...

Adverb/Adjective Confusion

I'm sure some grammar fanatics on my friends list know what I mean. Fanfic writers putting in shit like "I feel really badly." Oh, you do? I would never have guessed! From the sex scene I just read, I'd have thought your nerve endings were functioning remarkably well! I mean, dude -- 'badly' is an adverb. It defines the verb 'feel.' If you feel badly, something is impairing your ability to feel. If you feel bad, on the other hand, then you're depressed, or you're guilt stricken, or you need to take some fucking pepto bismol. It works the same with smell. If you smell badly, then something is clogging your nasal passages. If you smell bad, then that's what a shower is for. Make the distinction. Because I'm a freak, and I notice this error every time I come across it, and it drives me nuts.

And then I whine about it on my livejournal.

rhiannonhero made a lovely QaF vid. "Because I Told You So" by Jonatha Brooke. It's a beautiful portrait of the Brian/Justin relationship. I doubt it makes much sense if you don't watch the show, however. Download -- remember to right click and save. It's a fairly large video file.

Yo,

algophobia -- I checked out your memories. Very nice stuff. Just a heads up: you need to update your

josselin memories. The Joke series is up to part 8 now.

That is all.