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Well, apparently I was more burnt than I realized, as I conked out shortly after I posted and then popped awake at five thirty this morning. Already I've been busy - hung the poster I framed last night (and it doth look teh sexxy), cut the styrofoam off the garlands I bought yesterday, and then draped them down the bannister. The roses look beautiful! though honestly I really should suck it up, head back to Michaels and spend two more dollars on a fourth one, as no matter how I wind it the total chain still comes out a wee bit too short. Gah! It's not that long of a banister, I promise! I thought three would be enough! Oh well, maybe I can bat my eyes at anzovin or something and he'll take me.

It's also becoming apparent that despite sundart's initial reservations I have enough wall space for all of the oversize posters I have and a few more besides (I have a cowboy bebop wallscroll coming from morlock as well.) Granted I haven't gotten everything hangable that I own hung, framed or even moved yet, not to mention the lamentable prices of the damned frames!), so we'll see how I do on the dreaded wall space. I also could sorely use a bedside table... wonder if I can bat my eyes at sunny and she'll let me have the hexagonal cabinet thing? I have room for it if I shove the bed over a foot.

Apparently there's a lot of eye batting planned for today.

I've also been up watching Taxi (needed something to do while I was up cutting fake baby's breath off my garlands - I have a bag full of green plastic and styrofoam balls now). Now I think I'll make the bed and wash dishes and stuff while I'm waiting for sundart and anzovin to wake up and call me, then for the rest of today, laundry, some more moving, some more decor related activities, a bit of work, and possibly pirating. And maybe I should start with a bit more breakfast than just cherry coke. :P

I swear, I move off by myself and suddenly my life never seemed busier!

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Laundry Club laundry is different from all other laundry. For one thing there's pool, which is especially fun when you're playing with two people that suck about as badly as you do. (anzovin's third attempt at breaking nearly did break the soda machine three feet away from the pool table after missing all of the other balls completely, which was probably the funniest thing I've seen all week). And then there's the total small-world aspect of it, as we ran into Devi and morlock's mom there, the latter only being weird in it being the second time I've talked to her today (we were both up mad early and on IM this morning). All told, including the double and triple capacity washers, we did about 11 loads of laundry today. Well, at least the only clothing I've got left is the stuff still hanging in one of the closets. Which I fully intend to get today, along with a long disused star shaped powdered incense burner I got at a renfest YEARS ago. I mean the incense smells funny but the carpet stinks funnier. I have to remember to put baking soda or Love My Carpet on the grossfairy list next time we go. Oh, and I got another garland, so I should be able to finish the banister tonight too. All this after I run home for dinner in a bit.

As for the rest, I've got an overdeveloped sense of impulsiveness. It's going to get me into trouble...someday.

Sure, what the hell.

This meme is pretty pertinent to my state of mind, actually, and is far more fun and less cryptic and angsty than posting the lyrics to "Bizarre Love Triangle" which is originally what I was going to do when I got home. So. Onwards.

There's at least 1 person on your LiveJournal that wants to date you or sleep with you. So, let's play Friends With Benefits! (cue ominous music)

The rules are simple:

* If you want to date the person who posts this -- for this purpose, meaning "be in arelationship with them" -- post a comment saying "I'm yours" (Or, if you're Just That Dominant, "You're Mine")

* If you just want to sleep with the person and stay friends (for varying values of "sleep with", i.e. periodic kinky playdates without actual sex beinginvolved), post a comment that says "I'd hit it."


Are you scared? You ONLY live ONCE! The kicker is that you MUST repost this and see if it's true for you.

All responses will be screened. No one will ever know if you'd do me.

Except you. And me.