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timerippleWoke up at 6 (damn boiler as usual), went back to sleep, woke up again at 11:56. Oops?
It is nice and cold and rainy outside, but the only thunder is inside the building when somebody thumps down the stairs and makes the floor shake. I got sick of it and re-arranged my bed/dresser configuration so that at least now the thumps will be a few feet further away from my head. It’s kinda cozy. I’ve never slept in a nook before. I do now.
Anyhow the apartment is pleasantly gloomy and dim-lit and would be even better if it were full of clean laundry, but there you go. That’s for tomorrow. I also need another poster now that the dresser is no longer hiding a particularly egregious patch of wall.
Got bored, made cookies. Note to self: unless gingerbread, NO MORE than two tablespoons of molasses. Really.
And then I made![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cadragongirl watch the Bad Boy episode of Big Time Rush because she had been talking about posers earlier, and then we went back and watched Big Time Audition. Her response was pretty much, “Wow this is SO STUPID how many episodes are there?”
...Big Time Rush is a lot like we hoped You’re Beautiful would be, except without the cross-dressing nun.
And then we had the following highly ironic conversation about which one of us was going to have to marry some outrageously rich guy with five mansions so the other of us could live in the guesthouse:
ME: You marry him.
M: You marry him.
ME: Maybe Vic Zhou will do a movie in the States, fall madly in love with me, and save us from this dilemma.
M: He’s all yours. Also, isn’t he kinda old for you?
ME: FOR SHAME.
M: No, I’m pretty sure he’s kinda old for you.
ME: You and me. The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry. STAT.
Sometimes, life is good.
It is nice and cold and rainy outside, but the only thunder is inside the building when somebody thumps down the stairs and makes the floor shake. I got sick of it and re-arranged my bed/dresser configuration so that at least now the thumps will be a few feet further away from my head. It’s kinda cozy. I’ve never slept in a nook before. I do now.
Anyhow the apartment is pleasantly gloomy and dim-lit and would be even better if it were full of clean laundry, but there you go. That’s for tomorrow. I also need another poster now that the dresser is no longer hiding a particularly egregious patch of wall.
Got bored, made cookies. Note to self: unless gingerbread, NO MORE than two tablespoons of molasses. Really.
And then I made
cadragongirl watch the Bad Boy episode of Big Time Rush because she had been talking about posers earlier, and then we went back and watched Big Time Audition. Her response was pretty much, “Wow this is SO STUPID how many episodes are there?” ...Big Time Rush is a lot like we hoped You’re Beautiful would be, except without the cross-dressing nun.
And then we had the following highly ironic conversation about which one of us was going to have to marry some outrageously rich guy with five mansions so the other of us could live in the guesthouse:
ME: You marry him.
M: You marry him.
ME: Maybe Vic Zhou will do a movie in the States, fall madly in love with me, and save us from this dilemma.
M: He’s all yours. Also, isn’t he kinda old for you?
ME: FOR SHAME.
M: No, I’m pretty sure he’s kinda old for you.
ME: You and me. The Woman Who Still Wants To Marry. STAT.
Sometimes, life is good.
