NAFF! I have random stuff to say

[Voodoo Lady]

Bleh, just want to go home now.

[Voodoo Lady]

There's a good chance I'm just wasting breath again, and I'll regret my choice, but oh well. Had to try!

[Son of Tubbs returns!]

New day, new mindset.

[Voodoo Lady]

Resisting the urge to post a video of The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again."

[Son of Tubbs returns!]

Just been bought to my attention that I've been a miserable bastard since i got in.

[Voodoo Lady]

Arg! I know where I want to be; I just don't know how to get there.

[Voodoo Lady]

Dear Robin of Sherwood Fangurls: If you're going to post a picture to Facebook of an actor from the show whom you consider lust-worthy, and you think there's even a chance you and your fangurl friends are going to drool all over it, making suggestive comments about the actor, talking about things you'd like to do to him, etc., DO NOT tag said actor in the photo! Really, you're an embarrassment.

[Son of Tubbs returns!]

Oh, you saw that too!

[astrid]

Saw what?

[astrid]

Is this a good sign?

[Voodoo Lady]

It can't be a bad one! We'll see. I'm guessing "derf" wasn't meant as the Urban Dictionary defines it, in any case.

[Voodoo Lady]

=sigh=

I was doing really well, but borrowed doubts have piggybacked on my own concerns and are starting to weigh me down. No matter. I resolve to trudge on.

[Voodoo Lady]

Arg, I just want to go to bed, and it's only 8:30. Poo.

[Voodoo Lady]

Continuing in the grand tradition of cutting off one's nose to spite one's face, I am again refusing to do dishes this weekend, for about the fourth in a row. I *HATE* that my kitchen, my beloved kitchen, is a disaster area, but my lazy ass brother refuses to help to the household chores, and therefore I refuse to pick up after him. He's home playing f*cking video games most days while I'm slogging away at an office job, and then he has the *balls* to complain that the kitchen is a mess? If he cares so much, he can effing get up off his arse and pitch in. Until then, I'm letting the fruitflies have their run of the place. After all, I have an office to go to every day, while he has to sit in the filth and breathe in the stench. If he hates it as much as he lets on, he can bloody well lift a finger to help clean it. Arse.

I have *f-cking* HAD it!

[Voodoo Lady]

Further to that, I have decided to sleep in ALL day tomorrow. I mean all day. I have a friend's show to attend tomorrow night, so I'll set my alarm for that. Otherwise, whether I'm asleep or not, I intend to stay in bed all day tomorrow. F*ck him.