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I'm never not checking my mail for this long ever again.  It's only been like 3 days, and I had like 90 messages in there.  Plus 900 someodd in the bulk.  Why do all the spammer people zoom in on me?  It's not like it goes into the inbox, so it doesn't bother me that much, just where are they all getting my name?  But I brought the messages down to 25 after weeding out everything I don't really care about.  Digests of groups and such.  All but like 4 were group digests.  Imagine if I had it on individual messages!

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Fic!  Not mine, obviously, but it made me happy.  I suppose you could call it a rec of sorts, but really I'm just posting it so I will have it somewhere to read again.
http://ncis.fictionresource.com/index.php?section=fic&ver=00737

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West Wing debate over.
THEY PROMISED ME CJ!  She and a whole lot of other people were on the credits.  And I came up with a way that I thought they were going to work the staff in, just when they decided on a no rules debate they'd zoom out to a TV set with the White House/campaign office, and CJ or whomever going all "Oh, shit."
They told us to vote on who won the debate.  But NBC.com isn't working.  Probably lack of bandwidth, I bet the entire east coast is voting.

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Ze guy zat plays O'Brian on DS9 eez on ze Criminal Intent 2 hour movie deal.  I don't care about Criminal Intent.  Give me slashy SVU, or give me slashy Crossing Jordan, that's what I say.

Story idea. CSI. Don't read unless I decide not to write it, because it gives everything away.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/sashamerosha/136760.html?view=347448#t347448
Story idea based on the picture here <--

They're camping, see, one of those obnoxious team building things your supervisor makes you go on to instill cooperation within the coworkers.  Hence the bad showers.  Cath is taking a shower.  Sara is accompanying her.  Gil (or someone) comes up to talk to her, Sara ducks.  Sara uses said ducked position to...erm, distract her from the blather that is Grissom.  The hand is up because she's putting it on the door to balance herself.  Grissom is... confused by her behavior and leaves, but not before asking if Cath knows where Sara is.  She turns a strangeled moan into a no, followed by no typically wittly Catherine comment due to her lack of coherence...

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Cooking veggie hotdogs, and not doing my Chem lab write up (4 days after it was due).  Decided school sucks, and my little psychotic breaks were happening a lot, so I took off Thursday and Friday.  So I've got a shitload of work to make up.
Eating veggie hotdogs.  This brand isn't as good as the last one I had. 
Trying veggie hotdogs with ketchup instead of my normal mustard.
Spiting out veggie hotdog with ketchup.  No, I ate it anyway, because I'm a hungry fat bitch.  Ya know, in 14 months, I've gained almost 50 pounds?  That's scary.  I tried to go on a diet.  Didn't happen.  I feel like crap all the time now.  Mostly because I'm stuck with 2 pairs of jeans because none of the others fit.

Pr0n-y poetry. By an old dead guy.

Watching "Rosemary and Thyme".  Just because of the hot british accents, the crimesolving coolness, and the loverly subtext between the two main characters.  Because every time two women are friends, they're so sharing a bed.  And mostly because of the fact that the star is none other than Felicity Kendall, of Red Dwarf fame (Lister talked about the light shining from Felicity Kendall's bum.  Hee.)

La Katie found poetry by some guy that's basically pr0n.  Slash pr0n.  Guy called Catullus.
The quote she sent me: 
What can I say, Gellius, as to why those red lips
become whiter than winter snow,
when you leave your house in the morning or when
the eighth hour wakes you placid and weak in the long day?
It’s something, for sure: perhaps rumour’s whisper is true
that you swallow the tall jet from a man’s groin?
this is for sure: Victor’s strained thighs proclaim it,
and your lips marked with dried semen.

Ya know Oneida, the colony?  The whole complex marriage thing?  Well, they define complex marriage as every man married to every woman.  How about... not so heterogenous mixtures?

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And I really need to drop some of my classes.  I'm totally burned out, only 2/6 of the way into the year.  Orchestra would probably be my first choice, as I don't need it, don't like it, and don't do any well at it.  Spanish is tied for first because the teacher is an asshat who can't speak english.  At all.  Nope, no hold on english grammar whatsoever, even though she's been in america, what 30 years?  And the material sucks, and I hate the class.  On the subject of crappy teachers.  URGH!  I hate Chem with a passion.  Because I despise the teacher.  And because I'm sitting next to the girl I spent most of eighth grade hitting on.  I honestly hope she doesn't remember.  No indication that she does, so good.  But I look bad, because I'm supposed to be all smart because I'm younger than the rest of the class, but I'm scraping a C in everything, and all the other advanced kids are all straight A's and stuff.  Maybe I'd do better if they changed it to Queer A's, because the straight thing might be what's throwing me off.  I wish that was it. 
I psychoanalyze myself all the time, and so far I've got that I'm online because I'm avoiding going to sleep, because after that I'll have to go to school. 
On a decidedly more heterosexual note, there was this amazingly hot guy at the art museum.  I think he came straight (there's that word again!) from church, because he was wearing a suit and looked fanfuckingtastic!  I've got a thing for guys in suits.  Or from churches.  I never mentioned the one at my church one day, sang Ave Maria a capella, and was gorgeous.  *Swoons*
And there's some kind of animal in the trash cans outside my window.  Urgh.
And also, I drew this design (it's a capital 'A', in the coolio way Alyssa taught me how to draw one) on my palm, and it's right on top of this gash there, and now the permenant marker is wearing off everywhere but in the gash.  I'm afraid it's gonna heal black and be like this uglyass tatoo of a line.
And when I type, my left thumb hurts.  Always.  Dunno why.
And I emailed the Law and Order computer game people because it still doesn't work, they totally shunned me to another department.  So I've got to rewrite my email for the third time and send it to somebody in the tech department.  I'm never going to get to play it.
And since I haven't said it in the past 30 seconds, I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE!!!