June 19th, 2003

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Poem for Thursday

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Off to the dermatologist to find out whether I need any of my odd marks and blemishes removed at knifepoint (long family history of melanoma). Then I have to come back and work. Oh, I hope ashinae and I have time to write that Araboro smut I promised lannamichaels...

I love Ted!

Well, let's see. Don't think they do it in Hollywood like they do it in New Zealand.

You do know about that singles sport, doncha?

While those adorable Hobbit buds and Liv&Viggo&Miranda&Orlando and myriad mush-minded individuals were searching for love, strange things happened. Like waitress pinning.

Merde! Was I supposed to say waitstaff pinning? My apologies.

Anyhoo! One bugger whose name shall remain unmentioned by me (and whose friggin' lawyer can kiss my voicemail, as I'm not being overly specific), who was down N.Z. way while filming the second and third Lord of the Rings installments, surprised a few of his chums. By doing the above-mentioned food-server on a table. In the establishment for which she toiled. In every sense of the word.

But did she get a tip?

Gacked from sangerin...I guess this is good especially if I have a comfy couch and a big television, and given the number of books, toys and computers cluttering my own living room it sounds about right:

So... what's on TV tonight?
If you were a room in a house, what room would you be?
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Aww. She's just a poor kid. *snerk*

Since I have humilated this poor girl in public, I figured that I should at least demonstrate her contrition.

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In other news I have stitches in my neck just under my left ear. So no nibbling for awhile. As long as the melanoma test comes back negative, however, I do not mind.