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It's just one of those days

People seen this week: Hai Dinh, at In-n-Out. Been a loooong time since I saw, hell, talked to Hai. Couldn't say much 'cuz she was working the registers and there was a line behind me, but still, always cool to bump into peeps from Marshall. Of course, now that I know she works on Friday nights, I can "bump" into her whenever I feel like it.

On the drive home, I was in a really bad mood because, well, I was tired and had a headache and so forth and so on. Anyhow, there I was in the middle lane of the 134, minding my own business and happily (okay, grumpily) speeding along at the same pace as everyone else when this moron on my left swings in front of me and cuts me off. It was close. There were only a few scant inches between my bumper and his, and what made it worse, the freeway was friggin' empty. There were maybe 10 cars within sight, and buttloads of room in front of me. The next exit was still a mile away, so there was no viable reason for the asshole to cut me off. Needless to say, I swore, braked, and honked - not necessarily in that particular order. And being in the pissy mood I was in, I honked some more, and when the guy had enough gall to look back at me, I flipped him off.

I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna do that to the wrong person and end up with concussion and busted lip.

But the bastard just sped up and drove away. I was tempted to road rage a little (always wanted to do that), but my exit was coming up, so I just spent the rest of my drive cussing under my breath and wishing I had that Limp Bizkit song on cd about breaking stuff.

How does it go? Oh yes. "And if my day keeps going this way I just might break your fuckin' face tonight!"

However, the next song that cycled through on my cd was "Rinbu Revolution" from Utena, and that just calmed me down right away and made me feel all good inside because it reminded me that everything about that series is SO FREAKING COOL. Egads, that show is just so, so...perfect. Oh, so artsy and pretty and twisted and ooohhhh. Every time I hear songs from that series, it punches Evangelion and Miyazaki's movies down to 2nd place.

Angry white music can be surprisingly therapeutic. Not that I make a habit of listening to Limp Bizkit, just to make it clear. I like to fool myself into thinking I have taste in music.

:: britt was abducted @ 11:27 PM, Friday, February 20, 2004 ::

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two parts vodka, one part lime

Ah, Valentine's day. I got to sleep in, lounge around, sleep some more, snack on candy...just like I do every Saturday. Some people say it sucks to be single, but...I won't give up my nap time for anyone. Nyahahaha.

Anyways, here are some lovely poems from the Washington Post that Claudia found and posted on friendster.


Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty,
and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace --
If only you could hide your face.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming --
That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love, you take my breath away ...
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.


Happy Valentine's day! I didn't get anyone anything, but love you all!

:: britt was abducted @ 6:56 PM, Saturday, February 14, 2004 ::

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crash into the rolling morning

There is one guy in one of my classes who has the biggest, fluffiest fro I ever did see. It was springy and curly and must've been a proud foot long, at least - think Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons - and today, he CHOPPED IT ALL OFF. Goodness gracious. All that was left was this mohawk sticking straight outta his head like a big-ass fish fin. As soon as I saw it, for some bizarre reason, a merry vision of what Kitty Pryde's reaction to Storm's similar haircut would have been like skipped happily through my head.

Kitty: O-ororo??
Ororo: Yes, Kitty?
Kitty: Your...your hair! Your clothes!
Ororo: What about them?
Kitty: Ripped black leather and...and...a mohawk!?!?
Ororo: People change, kitten.
Kitty: ...please don't call me that when you look like that. It makes me feel like we're in some hack prison movie.
Ororo: Rest assured, kitten, I have no intention of making you "my bitch."

Although, if you don't know this particular part of the x-men continuity...swoosh, right over your head, no? But anyways, for the rest of the day similar scenes like this one just kept playing through my head, mostly involving Kitty, Storm, Lockheed, Gambit and Jubilee. Egads. But I'll be damned if these guys don't crack me up.


Omega Red: I am also capable of releasing my lethal pheromones into the air.
Jubilee: Most people can Red...just too polite t'talk about it.
-X-Men Visionaries


:: britt was abducted @ 5:50 PM, Tuesday, February 10, 2004 ::

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