just like a bell that is ringing for me

I gave my apostrophe rant at the office on Wednesday night, so y'all can consider yourselves spared my wrath on the subject. For now. Until the next its/it's, pluralization snafu, or random quotation marks. Punctuation is a spice, not gravy. Treat it like cayenne pepper (except those of us who really really like that sort of thing) and the world will be a better place.

This morning saw the reason my sleep cycles became as screwed as they are completed and posted in four parts. The "storyline" is neither here nor there, but the pictures. The pictures! You wouldn't believe me otherwise.

Since Staci had a forensics thing yesterday, we held a belated edition of Roommate Night wherein walkingshadow made heavenly dinner: Noodles in peanut sauce with tofu and cucumbers and roasted sweet potatoes and don't you wish you were our roommate, too?

I'm beginning to despair that Harry/Lupin fic is but an unachievable ideal in my head. Even when the situation is right, which is barely ever, the characterization is always a little to the left.

As far as Britney's new video, I do wish some director would come along and expand her horizons beyond soft-core porn. She did look fantastic though, which was nice to see after all the unholy paparazzi shots.

In no news at all, Orlando Bloom is practically drapery with a pulse. I bet he does it to perfect strangers whenever he doesn't feel like standing of his own accord anymore.

Have decided I would like a cappuccino/espresso machine for the imminent birthday, as have decided to 'fess up to hopeless addiction. Also, rolling out of bed is a much smoother process with a little legal narcotic in the pipelines.

Quote of the Day:

"Jude Law is a half-ton of sex poured into a thimble."
- trollprincess