heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again [userpic]
I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people.

Oh, God, I'm so fucking tired.

Trying to make your way home after Friday night out in Boston when the Red Sox have a playoff home game is utter madness, I tell you.

But! I have seen The Darjeeling Limited.

In which Femme squees a bit--okay, sort of a lot--about Adrien Brody... )

And then I got home finally after much wearisome insanity (and one puking kid, ew) and there was a cheer up, emo kid package for me from [info]djinnj ('cause this week's been pretty crappy) filled with bags of homemade chocolate chip cookies and macaroons and a cake and Ghiradelli chocolates AND? The entire set of Royal Mail Harry Potter postcards and stamps from earlier this summer--book covers and house crests, and you guys, I am FLAILING about these because how AWESOME is that? I mean really. AWESOME. *hugs [info]djinnj hard* I have the best friends ever, seriously. Seriously.

It's been a good night. But I'm going to have to sleep soon. Because OMG so tired, LJ-land. So very incoheret and so very, very tired.

P.S. The soundtrack is amazing. I'm going to have to procure it soon...
Thinking: exhausted exhausted

heartbreak, old friend, goodbye it's me again [userpic]
Two hours left in the day, yay.

Neighbor's alarm going off again repeatedly at 2 a.m. not long after I fell into bed? Check. I hate them; they must die. Painfully. And often. I'm beyond tired now and really seriously verging on crankypants today, though I've kind of been a bit crankypants all weekend so that's really not a huge change. *g*

Speaking of pants, today I'm wearing trousers--yes, I have on pants, not a skirt, you can all be shocked, I do actually wear them...sometimes--that are driving me crazy because they keep twisting to one side every time I move and good God Almighty, how does anyone manage in pants every day? THEY ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. No, really, they're not. (I know, I know. I'm weird...)

In other news, I talked to my mother for the first time in over a week last night and we had the following conversation... )

I heart my mother. :D

Also, in regards to Gerard Way...dudes. You guys. The man actually did it. W-T-F, Gee. *dies laughing* I've seen the public record for the license dated 9/4 thanks to a friend who double-checked today to see if it'd been filed. (And no, I'm not telling you how to find it...it's seriously not that hard, if you really feel the need to confirm.) I just. You guys, HE MARRIED (or is marrying) GIRL!FRANK. This really shouldn't amuse me as much as it evidently does. But. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. My shrink would have a field day with that one.

No, really. For those of you who aren't obsessed have no idea who I'm talking about...let's compare. )

And this is for my fellow Adrien Brody fen...in particular [info]jjtaylor who I've already sent this to via email but dude. It should be shared. Seriously.

This is going to have to be iconed, really. )

Gott im Himmel, the man is pretty. I am the worst lesbian ever.

And now I have to go back to work. Le sigh. Le very big sigh.
Thinking: working working
Singing: Weezer: Freak Me Out

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