MY COMPUTER.

I CAN HAS FUNCTIONING.

YUS

Okay, I meant to do this before, but now is better than never! Does anyone want to buy some more DVDs? >>

Nothing (David Hewlett...someone said they wanted this before)
Wet Hot American Summer
Open House (earnest but unpolished musical, it's got Anthony Rapp in it)
Gangster No. 1 (David Thewlis fans? anyone?)
Swimming Upstream (Jesse Spencer from House, almost always shirtless and wet. nuff said.)
Rear Window (yes, with James Stewart)
Justin Timberlake Live from London
We Are Scissor Sisters And So Are You
Wonder Showzen S1
Drawn Together S1
Beauty and the Beast S1 (the CBS series from whenever ago)
(all of the above, $12 each or 3 for $30)

and, uh... Scrubs seasons 1 to 5. *clings to Zach Braff, is dragged away* $90 for the set. Set's broken down to 1, 2, 4 and 5... so 70 for the remaining four?

Oh! And.
the HIM single collection (It still has a $40 price sticker on it, anyone want to give me $20 for it?)

The Panic! at the Disco collector's box version of A Fever You Can't Sweat Out (ideally, $50)

The My Chemical Romance limited edition of The Black Parade ($25)

Revolution on Canvas volume 1. (just ask and I'll toss it in with anything else)

kjxdfhkdjshfkjhgskdjfh too many DVDs on my desk, plz buy them xD

New Death Cab for Cutie album = LOVE AND SPARKLES AND RAINBOWS IN MY HEART.

Oh, Ben Gibbard, you and that voice and, just, never stop doing what you do. My ears, so happy.

New Death Cab straight into new Jason Mraz. I love the internet and the advances it brings me.

MRAZ. *writhes!*

I don't even know, I'm-- I'm all flighty on the inside of my head right now, and I think my teeth are trying to tell me something. Because they feel weird. And, uh, I'm just not quite right today. Which is okay, I'm not BAD, I'm simply out of my mind.

OH MAN WE HAVE STRAWBERRIES.

Today is kind of awesome.

Blaaaaah. Ache from collar to hips. I would say, oh, I'll go to bed early, but I just took a stupidly long nap, so not so much with that.

Kristin went to hang out with Amber and Kevin. So it's me and cats and the noise from upstairs, mofuggas, STOP BOWLING. Seriously, knowing the neighbor does not make me want to kill him less.

oh my god i do not want to do dishes but unless i do some i won't be able to ice cream my face. LAME. It's a truly epic pile, which is what I always forget when I make dinner for my friends-- that means like eight more places to wash, plus all the stuff from preparing the food, and while it's nice to have my chefly ego stroked, it's also not worth it. -_-

I sort of want to try dying my hair on my own, but that makes no sense, so I'm just going to wait for Kristin to get back. But she'll be drunk, so that won't do much good. Maybe I will just do it. Maybe I will stop making minor decisions step-by-step in my LJ. Maybe I will give birth to a magical winged kitten.

BLAH.