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My thoughts, such as they are
Mar. 14th, 2010 01:19 amThis is me rambling about a variety of things plus, there's a Tucker update.
( I sort of miss the daily blogging. Okay, not really. )
( I sort of miss the daily blogging. Okay, not really. )
Kellie Pickler Must Go!
Apr. 25th, 2006 09:00 pmPlease America, I ask in the name of all that is holy to please vote Kellie Pickler off American Idol. That girl is making my ears bleed.
And Elliott Yamin is my man. He can come over to my house and sing the sexy any time. He'll probably get voted off instead.
( minor CSI season finale spoiler )
And Elliott Yamin is my man. He can come over to my house and sing the sexy any time. He'll probably get voted off instead.
( minor CSI season finale spoiler )
Mmmm, pie...
Feb. 22nd, 2006 09:41 pmJust a little FYI, I say fuck way too much so in my attempt to scale back my use of the fuck word, I'm going to use a substitute word (and variations of it). So tonight's LJ performance of the word 'fuck' will be played by the word 'freak'. Thank you.
I'm so freakin' frustrated with myself. Why can't I write? Last year I was churning out the Brass fic but since December, I can't get anything going. I'm trying to finish something I started months ago. It's a 5-page Brass/Catherine one-shot. How hard can it be? Still, I can't seem to finish it. I think if I can just get this stupid thing done and posted, I'll be over my wall. Or not. I miss my buddy, Merc.
Maybe it's the lack of Brass fics that have me all frustrated. These unfinished fics are really pissing me off!
I koshed my head on the handle of the refrigerator the other day and I have a freakin' divit in my head. Maybe that's my problem. I concussed myself. Great. Just freakin' great.
I'm liking Paris, that Tucker chick, the big girl (I'm channeling Jame Gum here) and Ace as my next American Idol. Actually, Ace is pretty. He can be the next Pretty American Idol. That's something cause I usually don't go after the young, pretty boys but he's like pie.
I'm so freakin' frustrated with myself. Why can't I write? Last year I was churning out the Brass fic but since December, I can't get anything going. I'm trying to finish something I started months ago. It's a 5-page Brass/Catherine one-shot. How hard can it be? Still, I can't seem to finish it. I think if I can just get this stupid thing done and posted, I'll be over my wall. Or not. I miss my buddy, Merc.
Maybe it's the lack of Brass fics that have me all frustrated. These unfinished fics are really pissing me off!
I koshed my head on the handle of the refrigerator the other day and I have a freakin' divit in my head. Maybe that's my problem. I concussed myself. Great. Just freakin' great.
I'm liking Paris, that Tucker chick, the big girl (I'm channeling Jame Gum here) and Ace as my next American Idol. Actually, Ace is pretty. He can be the next Pretty American Idol. That's something cause I usually don't go after the young, pretty boys but he's like pie.
