lynsangelic1: (Other:Freud ships you/your mom)
*hands waving in the air*

That would be me.  And I'm just fine with it.

I'm giving you ample forewarning that this entry will be a veritable collation of crap.  When I decide what I'm writing.  I suppose I'll start with the news.

RIP George Carlin.  I'm too young to have known most of his work, but I very much enjoyed his roles in Kevin Smith movies.  Good long life though.

Megan Mullally baffled by nude demand before 50.  Am I the only perv in the room who wouldn't mind seeing this come to pass?  Probably.  My misguided friend and I wanted to emulate Karen during first year of uni, until we realised that neither of us takes prescription drugs and I simply can't drink spirits continually without passing out at some point.  As a poor back up, she went as Karen for hallowe'en and I went as Oz as God for the third year running and laughed in a silly high voice.

My £3 bet on Spain to win the European Championships is still safe, as we narrowly edged Italy out the other night.  Now the stakes are higher ('How can they be higher than the princely sum of three pounds?' I hear you ask.)  Claire, who has just threw her hat in the ring for Germany (late comers, pfft) and I have agreed to a forfeit dare should the others team win.  We haven't decided the forfeit yet - suggestions?

I've been listening to a lot of Cher lately (pre '94 Cher, certainly not Believe era Cher) which can only mean I'm contemplating life's most serious issues.  Seriously.  Something about grandiose rock operatic ballads causes great contemplation.  Also, found a random Smithereens song, Blood and Roses on my playlist (presumably from Romy and Michelle) and downloaded more.  However anytime I listen to this catchy 80's pop rock it's steathily followed by The Smiths which is making me want to gouge my eyes out when I realise.  Not because I hate them, but if I'm not in the mood for The Smiths it makes me feel like going Oedipus then crying in a dark, damp corner with a newspaper over my head.  I don't know why.  The sensible solution is to either delete The Smiths or play russian roulette by putting winamp on random.

I succumbed to Doctor Who and have started from the beginning of the new incarnation.  Thoughts of 'God, this is well naff' turned to feelings of unbridled amusement and joy.  I don't quite think an addiction of epic scale has begun, but I'm certainly enjoying it.

Jesus.  I thought I had more to say than this assortment of skittle-type fruityness.  Apparently not
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