madwomanwithabox

-Humid. As. Fuck. *gasp* *choke* Air...give me sweet oxygen, I beg you...and a little freakin' air conditioning.

-I'm startled as hell. Why? Two more icons...and I'm at 90/100 for 100of__. That's why. If I can get this done, I will be so proud of myself...then finally give in and make the FIVE hundred icons of Foxy and the UK LOST promo that I've wanted to do. LOL!

-Money's tight. Real tight. So I had to dip into the nickels 'n dimes I squirrel away and call my savings...and unless The Bitch (aka, my mother's older sister for recent inmates here at the Four Walls) comes through with the probate when she SAID she would, I will not be getting LOST when it comes out in September. I'll have to...*choke* wait.

I need a hug. Or to read some Jawyer!Smut. Or to WRITE some Jawyer!Smut.

-Emmys. WTF?!?!?! That is all. Any more and I may rupture something.

-I wanna go home.

-LOST last night: *dies*. 'Nuff said. Did I mention that I heart this show with all my earthly being? :)

-I need to end on a Carlin-ism....oh, here's one: slap a dead person. *nod*