grumbly in the tumbly, and everywhere

**grouch**

My apartment smells like drying paint and I hope to god that the color in the bathroom lightens up some. I will get sooo sick of canary yellow if it doesn't.

My back & head are killing me, back cause I'm a total goober and sit in this chair all wrong and head 'cause I'm currently going without caffeine and my veins are shrinking back to their normal size.

I'm tired but I can't sleep (don't you just hate that?) and I can't gather my concentration enough to play any games. And literally nothing I listen is worth listening to.

I'm a grouchy ass right now.

I need chocolate. I don't have any. It's 5 below right now and WINDY so I ain't going to the 24 hour store.

This calls for drastic measures. I need to watch Carrie, for some reason when I'm pissy watching her kill everyone in the gym makes me feel better. I want mass destruction, maybe I'll break out ID4 and Deep Impact for the big-time cinematic apocalyptic stuff.

twenty-four hours of lovin'

Stolen from anothersuperboy and also cause it's easy, and I expanded it some

( Top Ten Men & Women That Are Hot Real Or Imagined )

Hrm, twelve of twenty, apparently if you can sing well I'm your bitch.

a Fluff Fest epilogue

jchalo is a twisted, twisted woman.

I think I love her.

stoned

I couldn't breathe by the time I reached the end of this.