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I fell asleep shockingly early last night, slept till ten this morning, but I'm still tired. I don't know if they're connected, but I'm also vaguely depressed and I don't know why. It might be why I'm listening to a lot of my older music; Silverchair, Jack off Jill and U2. Both Daniel Johns and Jessicka Fodera have a talent for getting to the root of the problem. Shouting "Fuck you!" - solution to everything.

I am going to answer my own challenge, and angsty it will be.

No Angel

"'Cause when he lied it meant he loved me,
And when he lied it meant he cared.
And when he lied it meant he loved me,
And when he lied it meant that...
...he was there."

Just watched Mrs Doubtfire. Not a bad film - the book was darker, and ruder, but I guess they had to sweeten it a little to put it on screeen.

Anyway. I am now here to "write something." What that might be, I have no idea. I am not very good at writing things at present. I don't see the point. I am just rambling here because and because, really.

No sign yet from purplerainbow, cucharita, snowdrop24 or osiris13 yet. I want to hear about what happened today, as they all met up in town today sans moi. I was too busy sitting at home being a depressive self-indulgent fucktard. Yes, we're in real love-yourself mode today.

Seriously... I don't know. Guess I wasn't in the mood to cope with people today. Probably better I didn't go out 'cause I would have offended someone, without a doubt. I didn't want to go out for any reason... the only reason I can think of is to buy an 'H' bead - remember? Buy 'H' and get brain? I'm sure you do...

I have alternated between a very few songs today, and they're all older ones. There's Silverchair's Miss You Love, which is always linked in my mind to my fourteenth birthday, because _detroit presented me with it. There's also Rabbiteen, which I like for its rather cutting lyrics (quoted above) and Dido's entire album No Angel, which makes me think of the time I had my eyes operated on, because you tend to a listen to a lot of music when you're blind. I must have listened to that album four times in one day.

And then there's my happy song...
"Dude looks like a lady!"
Sublime.

I plan to watch Jonathan Creek later, while my mother watches a Hindi film on Zee TV (Zee actually disappeared a couple of days ago, but unfortunately it came back) called Humraaz. I asked what it meant; she had trouble translating the exact meaning. I don't think I have any Hindi speakers on my friends list (spykeraven? svendra?) but any help will be appreciated. I know I could look it up in the dictionary, but my Devanagari reading speed is currently so slow I would probably find out the exact meaning of the word just in time for the Last Trump.

Guess that's all. Where'd the last hour go?

Not a GIP, oh no.

Kind of sort of a GIP, but not quite as I have a couple of other things to say. Have finally spoken to snowdrop24, and I quote: "enid's so cool! :D i love her already! :D"

I am happy. I do know what it is like to have your friends hate each other, and it ain't a good thing. No, no. However... am now feeling slightly jealous in a ruffled-feather-type way. It will pass. In the meantime...

Hands off teh Enid! I may have to share her with _detroit and sexy_saba, but she's my (slashy) bitch and I love her.

Oh, ye gods. Reading this post, I can see clearly what complete shite I spam your friends pages with. Sigh.