June 7th, 2002

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Paraphrased, due to foggy memories of last night.

Nicole: Time to take a picture of Louise!

Me: Ummm... You're pointing the camera at your crotch.

Nicole: I know what I'm doing.

Me: Ummm... Louise isn't in frame.

Nicole: I know what I'm doing!

Me: ....

Nicole: There! A Louise Wing!

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In our adventures last night, to fill Heather's home work needs, we made a slight detour to a cool new head-shop/tat-place/hole-puncher, and Heather got a new ring for her nose. The stud was not allowing her to move the piercing much, and it was infected. With the new ring, the swelling is almost totally gone after one night.

As it turns out, Jamie and Fay probably should have come over. Louise had just gotten home with Nicole, and those two and Heather stayed up shootin' the shit, while I went to sleep. The three of them, conversing unattended? I shutter to think what plans they worked up for decimating, enslaving, and eradicating the males of the human species. These are dangerous women.
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Number two in the Who's Next? game is Robbin Crosby, rhythm guitarist for Ratt. Only one more chance in this round of the game, so get your selections in for which celebrity you think is going to be pushing up the posies next.
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Scoff if you like, but I loved Star Wars. Yeah, the story was okay, far better than the last, but the battle scene blew me away. Amazing special effects!!!!