Swing swing swing go Samchan's moods. She goes from zero to sixty in five seconds flat! WheeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeoooooooooooooo
The first four panels of this strip just made me think of the boyfriend for some reason. Dumb puns bleah.
After writing several pages in my paper diary, I thought it'd be a good idea to write in here, but I don't seem to have much to say, after all. Or rather, there isn't much I have to repeat...ah well. Mom left today; she'll be back Sunday afternoon. In the meantime, I have a house to wreak havoc in all day long. Havoc? Havok? I can never remember which is the proper spelling and which is the Marvel comics character.
I'm cranky. I need a 7"-8" metal ring, and Micheal's doesn't carry them. Blah...I ended up buying a 5", but that's small and it just won't be as much fun to work with. Ah well...the deadline for this piece is coming up right quickly, so I've got to finish it soon.
No sex. No drugs. No wine. No women. No fun. No sin, no you - no wonder it's dark.
I went out and saw Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers again. I already saw it back in December, but I was bored and he's been bugging me to go with him to the movies forever, and I thought, "What the hell." So we went to an Italian restaurant (it was fantastic...nummy nummy fettucchini, which I can't spell, and you could draw on the tables. This is the mark of a good restaurant.) and it was so much fun, then we hurried to the movie and it was marvelous fun. Then the whole way home, we were singing along with the radio. Bliss. Good thing Mom's not home...she'd freak out so much.