I have officially turned in the last assignments for this quarter. Stick a fork in it, babe, it's done.
In unconscious news, I had a weird dream about a celebrity event held in a basement with multi-doored bathrooms. Weird Al was there, and he wanted either a button or a bra from everybody. I didn't have any buttons, so I gave him one of several bras I had with me.
Call me a freak, but Weird Al can have my bra anytime. :D Sorry, guys, normal simply isn't sexy.
I'm gonna go make popcorn and watch a movie now. Maybe two. I might see Spider-Man 2, since I watched 1 the other day. [I think that scene where he's kissing Kirsten Dunst upside down in full costume with just his mouth exposed might've pushed my kinky button. That would explain the dreams I've been having...] Maybe I'll watch a LOTR movie and get all steamed up from all that chain mail and Elijah Wood and stuff.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Lyric for the day:
figure it out, she
she's a good-time fella
she got a little fund to fight for moneypenny's rights
figure it out, she
she's a good-time fella
too bad the burial was premature she said
and smiled
--Tori, "Mr. Zebra"