5.25.2002
I have the strangest tastes in men I see in movies and on tv.
For instance, in the film Tombstone, Val Kilmer (who is always delish) was absolutely gorgeous as the terminally ill Doc Holliday. He was pale and kinda clamy but that sweet honeyed accent and sexy swagger just did it for me. Why can't I fawn over the superficial blonde boys on the WB? Go away odd me...
I wanna hard lemonade. Sigh.
I hate Joss Whedon for giving Spike a soul. I hate Chris Carter for giving the fans such a shitty series finale. You both are crackheads. Joss - Give the show to David Fury. Chris - Let Glenn and David write from now on. That's all of that rant.
I think I'm becoming a SKipper - Scully/Krychek shipper. Even though it'll never be canon...the pairing is too fucking sexy to ignore. Lotsa tension, lotsa emotion, truckloads of sexiness. I wanna write a SKipper fanfic now....yummy...
Love sucks. I hate the fact that I have not had a boyfriend since 7th grade, and have never been kissed. I want a boyfriend now goddamnit, as pathetic and desperate as that sounds.
Very random tonight. Screw consistancy.
"Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's no complaint you hear tonight
It's not some pilgrim who's seen the light
It's a cold and broken Hallelujah."
For instance, in the film Tombstone, Val Kilmer (who is always delish) was absolutely gorgeous as the terminally ill Doc Holliday. He was pale and kinda clamy but that sweet honeyed accent and sexy swagger just did it for me. Why can't I fawn over the superficial blonde boys on the WB? Go away odd me...
I wanna hard lemonade. Sigh.
I hate Joss Whedon for giving Spike a soul. I hate Chris Carter for giving the fans such a shitty series finale. You both are crackheads. Joss - Give the show to David Fury. Chris - Let Glenn and David write from now on. That's all of that rant.
I think I'm becoming a SKipper - Scully/Krychek shipper. Even though it'll never be canon...the pairing is too fucking sexy to ignore. Lotsa tension, lotsa emotion, truckloads of sexiness. I wanna write a SKipper fanfic now....yummy...
Love sucks. I hate the fact that I have not had a boyfriend since 7th grade, and have never been kissed. I want a boyfriend now goddamnit, as pathetic and desperate as that sounds.
Very random tonight. Screw consistancy.
"Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's no complaint you hear tonight
It's not some pilgrim who's seen the light
It's a cold and broken Hallelujah."
5.23.2002
Yep...Meg got a blog...
"And there was much dancing in the streets because of this."
Goddamn Virginia weather...80 degrees one day and 20 the next...wreaking havoc on my poor fragile throat ~_~
Casey sent me this wonderful email...and it made me cry. It was so fucking sweet and I'm nowhere near creative enough to give him something in return. I've been on the verge of crying a lot this week...I think I have a chemical imbalance in my brain. I almost cried in history today over a fucking Henry Fonda movie.
I'm listening to these two songs that are really different...but I feel like both of them. Edwyn Collins's "Never Met A Girl Like You Before" which is lounge-y and REM's "Leave" which is moody and depressing. I'm having mood swings and I think I have obsessive-complusive disorder because I constantly am chewing my fingers till they bleed...hurts like hell but even as they're bleeding I still gnaw. Oh well...time to go...
"When I was messed up,
And I had opera in my head,
Your love was a lightbulb
Hanging over my bed."
"And there was much dancing in the streets because of this."
Goddamn Virginia weather...80 degrees one day and 20 the next...wreaking havoc on my poor fragile throat ~_~
Casey sent me this wonderful email...and it made me cry. It was so fucking sweet and I'm nowhere near creative enough to give him something in return. I've been on the verge of crying a lot this week...I think I have a chemical imbalance in my brain. I almost cried in history today over a fucking Henry Fonda movie.
I'm listening to these two songs that are really different...but I feel like both of them. Edwyn Collins's "Never Met A Girl Like You Before" which is lounge-y and REM's "Leave" which is moody and depressing. I'm having mood swings and I think I have obsessive-complusive disorder because I constantly am chewing my fingers till they bleed...hurts like hell but even as they're bleeding I still gnaw. Oh well...time to go...
"When I was messed up,
And I had opera in my head,
Your love was a lightbulb
Hanging over my bed."
