yesterday, while we were driving home, we pulled up next to a guy in a tiny blue convertible BLASTING the glee version of some britney spears song.
you go gurl.
all i want is a modern, spacious house filled with modular furniture and plenty of storage options.
and yarn. lots of yarn.
EDIT: And a piano.
duncan surprised me with lunch at work today, which means he is every bit as awesome as all of you have been suspecting but will never know 'cus he's mine.
possessive blog post is possessive.
“I know (and have sexed) way better knitwear designers ;) … plus he’s ug and has total gayface.” —Duncan, always knowing how to cheer me up.
it strikes me as vaguely uncouth to peel hardboiled eggs at my desk.
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
Is it bad that most of the time when i'm watching anything labeled as "Dark and Visually striking Horror/Science Fiction", i really wish i was watching "Repo! The Genetic Opera"?
turns out i need more of my sci fi to have campy musical numbers?
i think this afternoon's movie will be aeon flux.
also, i might have gotten a sweater idea from glee.