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Life beyond The Happy
Jul. 11th, 2003 12:45 pmWell, Seroxat is addictive. Never let anyone tell you different. Why couldn't I start a regular drug problem. But no, I go for the infamous contraversial Happy Pill.
Oh well. We live and learn. The world is a bizzare place.
Righty-o.
So, the gaybar is too expensive, has too many stairs and I never get to see anyone else who lives there. Ladedar. Onwards and upwards.
The bank are redefining the requirements for being an asshole. Personified. Oh yes. But well, they probably have too many bank-rolls shoved up their anatomically sensitive places to be capable of humanity.
I am rather enamoured with Eliza Dushku. Rather being a colloquial term for "very very very much". Wrong Turn may well be one of the worst films in its genre, but it does contain some cinematic masterpieces:
* Eliza, running, towards camera, wearing a white vest top.
* Eliza larger than life size.
* Eliza
* Eliza jumping through trees, yes, jumping!
* (Best till last) Eliza tied to a bed. Shall I say that again? Eliza tied to a bed. Eliza Dushku tied to a bed. Tied up. On a bed. Sweaty. Eliza. Oh yes. Now, there is a woman with amazing upper-body definition. Of course I was looking in a purely artistic mene. Eliza... hmmmmmmmm :)
Right, where was I...
Just saw Buffy... But no Faith... Faith... I am thinking of starting a fanfic thing... But I need to get over the whole imagery in my head thing... Hmmm...
Hmm... I think I should be a professional divitor.
I also need to get a PA to spell for me.
The news is raging about Diana's memorial fund. Why don't they just make her a saint already!?! Yawn. Some people are not very pleasant. Franklin Mint (or whoever they like to spell it just to be difficult) should crawl back into the hole they crawled out of, with their cheap reproduction ceramics that look all spooky...
Why can't people just get along? Why not respect each-other, be friendly, be considerate, come on now, lets hug...
Oh Now GM crops. Having seen Wrong Turn, GM things are not seen as a Good Thing.
Oh, I had a dream, painting, Nicole Kidman, platform 5, licorice allsorts, hmm...
BT are overcharging, except their not, we don't think, perhaps, and the Curch of England is a homophobic arcaic institution... I love the news, it is so heartwarming. Oh and an old guy has been killed trying to stop a car theif.
This brings to mind The Alchemist - how often can money save a life? Things are not important in themselves, be honest, and always follow your dreams.
Life is very odd right now, my mind is very flighty, and I am finding concentrating and application difficult. There are so many pearls of wisdom that could apply, but well, I know them, I just don't feel them. I need to feel these things.
I also would rather like to feel Amy Lee, Eliza Dushku, and a few women of my acquintance (shhh!). Can I? Hmmm....
Right...off to read Friends stuff cos I'm boring
Love you all X Kim X
Oh well. We live and learn. The world is a bizzare place.
Righty-o.
So, the gaybar is too expensive, has too many stairs and I never get to see anyone else who lives there. Ladedar. Onwards and upwards.
The bank are redefining the requirements for being an asshole. Personified. Oh yes. But well, they probably have too many bank-rolls shoved up their anatomically sensitive places to be capable of humanity.
I am rather enamoured with Eliza Dushku. Rather being a colloquial term for "very very very much". Wrong Turn may well be one of the worst films in its genre, but it does contain some cinematic masterpieces:
* Eliza, running, towards camera, wearing a white vest top.
* Eliza larger than life size.
* Eliza
* Eliza jumping through trees, yes, jumping!
* (Best till last) Eliza tied to a bed. Shall I say that again? Eliza tied to a bed. Eliza Dushku tied to a bed. Tied up. On a bed. Sweaty. Eliza. Oh yes. Now, there is a woman with amazing upper-body definition. Of course I was looking in a purely artistic mene. Eliza... hmmmmmmmm :)
Right, where was I...
Just saw Buffy... But no Faith... Faith... I am thinking of starting a fanfic thing... But I need to get over the whole imagery in my head thing... Hmmm...
Hmm... I think I should be a professional divitor.
I also need to get a PA to spell for me.
The news is raging about Diana's memorial fund. Why don't they just make her a saint already!?! Yawn. Some people are not very pleasant. Franklin Mint (or whoever they like to spell it just to be difficult) should crawl back into the hole they crawled out of, with their cheap reproduction ceramics that look all spooky...
Why can't people just get along? Why not respect each-other, be friendly, be considerate, come on now, lets hug...
Oh Now GM crops. Having seen Wrong Turn, GM things are not seen as a Good Thing.
Oh, I had a dream, painting, Nicole Kidman, platform 5, licorice allsorts, hmm...
BT are overcharging, except their not, we don't think, perhaps, and the Curch of England is a homophobic arcaic institution... I love the news, it is so heartwarming. Oh and an old guy has been killed trying to stop a car theif.
This brings to mind The Alchemist - how often can money save a life? Things are not important in themselves, be honest, and always follow your dreams.
Life is very odd right now, my mind is very flighty, and I am finding concentrating and application difficult. There are so many pearls of wisdom that could apply, but well, I know them, I just don't feel them. I need to feel these things.
I also would rather like to feel Amy Lee, Eliza Dushku, and a few women of my acquintance (shhh!). Can I? Hmmm....
Right...off to read Friends stuff cos I'm boring
Love you all X Kim X