I still have 50 invites to gmail. FIFTY. im not sure i know FIFTY people to give them too. i want them to go away, as they keep piling up, and soon i will have a million and that will be too much pressure in my email and then i will quit. or cry, or do something equally stupid.
tonight is freshmen night at the high school wherein i sort of work. which means that we will be invaded by tiny 8th graders who have no idea how real life, or high school, works. my head aches already.
i am out of milk at home. woe. but i did have a brownie.
sirkpega and i were chatting on AIM the other day, and decided that our cd rom drives needed to double as transport systems. so i can send her cookies, or Dukes of Hazzard, and she can send me chocolate and action figures. i offered to send one of the cats, but we decided he might get there a little too flat.
my brain is bright and shiny. i am smart. S-M-R-T.
i feel the need to write Constantine fic. Specifically, about Angela. Or Gabriel. cause dude, Gabriel.
am still trying to figure out the significance of the scene after the credits. am very confused.
also, i need an icon of the Holy Brass Knuckles. cause, hee!
The Army Reserve just tried to recruit me by email. i shit you not.
