Dear Diary, I am going to kill myself now. Don't wait up.

[mercat]

It's 10:01. The cats are making goes for my mac and cheese. No matter what I do, "Pirates of the Carribbean" will not exit my musical mind background music, which, by the way is constantly playing. I came home to watch my DVD, only to find my sister left it up north. So I watched the extras for a few hours, babysat my neighbors cats for a few hours, then came back, finished up the extras in desperation, made mac and cheese, and now I am sitting down to watch my Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom Full Screen DVD, which has NOT YET BEEN VIEWED. I have not yet watched these DVDs, and I haven't seen an Indy movie in TOO LONG.

Hopefully, I will not finish the movie with Pirates stuck in my head as it has been all day.

Willie has finished "Anything Goes" (which would make a lovely musical for CHS, btw), and hopefully I don't kill myself later.

=^n.n^=

Peace, love, Indy, and Pirates.

Oh crap, I said Pirates, didn't I?

Oh well, my sense of adventure-love right now is high... must... get... fix...

And there are no narcotics to fix this. Agh. =^-.-^=

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[the-unforgiven7.livejournal.com]

Heh Heh Heh {does shady laugh} Oh my dear there are narcotics for that indeed if you would just step this way {points to Charlie Manson style Van shaded in a shadow}