Danger Will Robinson, Danger!

Dive! Dive! Hit the decks!

I'm having what could accurately be classified as a Lorelai Gilmore moment. Of course, since it is a Tuesday and I am trying to cut down on the amount of caffeine I have been drinking, it is a Lorelai Gilmore moment with the irritating slant. You know, if Lorelai is in a good mood, whatever it is that is cute and sweet can BE cute and sweet and makes her infinitely more chipper and annoying, change her to a bad mood and it's extremely grating and cause for attempted bodily harm on a random diner owner or 18-year-old Yalie.

I'm having the latter.

Caffeine-deprived. Forcing myself to eat healthier (hey, there was *tomato* and *lettuce* on my sandwich at lunch...okay, along with bacon and mayo - but there were green things!). Trying to actually get some work done.

And what song gets stuck in my head?

Happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoe
For the very first time.
Happiness is playing the drum
In your own school band.
And happiness is walking hand in hand.
Happiness is two kinds of ice cream...
Knowing a secret...
Climbing a tree.
Happiness is five dif'rent crayons...
Catching a firefly...
Setting him free.
Happiness is being alone ev'ry now and then.
And happiness is coming home again.
Happiness is morning and evening,
Daytime and nighttime too.
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That's loved by you.

Any questions to why I'm borderline homicidal right now? *glare*

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As a mild pick me up, remember the Sound And Fury Smallville Fanfiction Awards, going on right now in Miss Windy's Livejournal. Yeah, you know you wanna. Go, nominate yourself for something. Just remember, when voting time comes...I will win! Do not for a moment harbor any illusions that you stand a chance against me. If I win nothing else, I will win the Most Unconventional Pairing Likely To Produce Projectile Vomiting for I was the one who inflicted the Chlionelana on everyone.

*insert evil maniacal laughter here*

And if I don't win, I'll write more. Remember that threat. Because next time...there'll be sex.

(no subject)

Barbie Got Back! Go you! You're the closest thing
ever to a true black Barbie. Shake that fat
ass of yours.


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Barbie Got Back! Go you! You're the closest thing ever to a true black Barbie. Shake that fat ass of yours.

*hits the floor laughing*

deeablo gets Stripper Barbie and I get Barbie Got Back. Hee.

Ennui

Resurrecting this quote again, because it fits.



Look, I've had my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead, and that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry lady, I have ennui.



*deep bow*