February 22nd, 2009

Dry Hump

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The thing that has annoyed me most about this whole "replace all the plumbing and siding and such in all the apartments" is the fact that (presumably) until the construction ends, they've taken our three garbage dumpsters down to just ONE for the ENTIRE apartment complex. I think the garbage guys come once (maybe twice) a week. This gives us all about .45 seconds after a dumping has been completed to get our crap in the dumpster before it's full again.

Started Angel Fire East, the third and final book in Terry Brook's The Word and the Void trilogy. I was a bit meh when I started reading it, but have been sucked in more and more as it proceeds, though I want to scream at the character's stupidity for taking so long to figure out what I had calculated five minutes into the book.

Watching The Oscars for the first time in yeeeears. I never thought Hugh Jackman was overly hot, but something about him makes me want to hump his leg. Jessica Biel looked beautiful, except for the dress she was wearing, which looked as if her cleavage had vomited buckets of satin. I also don't know what bothers me so much about Sarah Jessica Parker.

I also really need to clean some before bed, but all I want to do is sleeeeeeeeeep.
disco star

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I now get to go to bed with a visual of Hugh Jackman giving Barbara Walters a lap dance, with the sounds of her "Oh YEEEEAAAAH"s stuck in my head.

Thank you, television.