What we do for cookies.

So, this weekend Shaina spent the night, which was super fun as always. Late Sunday night we got a craving for cookies, so Shaina jokingly said I should ask Bryce to bring some over. He said he would, but that there would be a cost. That cost was hot girl-on-girl action.

So we sent him some pictures. They are posted here for your viewing entertainment. Be warned though, they're chock-full of action. And girls. Sometimes on other girls. And it was rather warm in the room where we took them.

( Totally work safe, what do you think I am? )

Also, I was told I had to update, so I hope that fulfills all requirements. Please give me an A, sir!

So, ellen_drell and I were talking about how creepy pedophile!Lupin always forces chocolate on people after Dementor attacks, but really he just wants them to eat stuff. Our theory is he just likes handing things to people and seeing if they'll eat it. So I decided to do a picspam of David Thewlis trying to get people to eat stuff. Shaina and I will probably be the only people who appreciate this, but I don't care. So there.

( It really does )

Friends cut.

As most of you can tell, I don't update that much anymore anyway. So I'm going to make this even more exclusive than it is already. Take the time now to defriend me if you want to. If I've defriended you and you're dying to stay on, let me know.

Life is changing, and I'm attempting to keep up. I think I'm doing a pretty good job.

I do miss the way things were, though.

So, I made it for over a week. Hah.

Heads up, friends cut. Also your opportunity to defriend me if you so choose. If I've taken you off my flist and you're dying to stay on, just leave me a comment here. It's nothing personal; I just want to keep my flist to those I'm closest to.

In other news, I finished watching the final season of Queer as Folk last night. Sob.

That's it.

It's that time again, my friends. Time for a friends cut. Basically I'm cutting people I don't have anything in common with, or people who never comment on my entries/I never comment on their entries. Also, this is everyone's free pass to defriend me, no questions asked. So if you're sick of having me on your flist (admittedly, I have been posting a lot more lately than I used to), feel free to give me the chop. No hard feelings at all.

Thanks!

Okay, so this probably won't be of much interest to anyone who doesn't know me or my friends in real life. But I'll post it here anyway for anyone who wants to know the wonderful legend of Rainbow Heather.

So, my friend Heather (dressagecowgirl for anyone who might want to stalk her) is really awesome. And also very rainbowy. Thus she is called Rainbow Heather. This nickname was started by our good friend Shaina (ellen_drell for anyone who might want to stalk her) after Heather played a game of badminton or something with a rainbow racquet. It's a name that stuck, obviously. And it suits her so very well! She loves us calling her that, too. *nods*

Well, a year ago now, seven of us wonderful girls went to Hawaii on a trip after graduation. On the plane ride home, Heather sat next to a young man by the name of Tim, who proceeded to talk her ears off. It turned out they had a lot in common (like horses), and the rest of us quietly decided that he and Heather were soul mates. After awhile he pulled out a ukulele and serenaded her.

So I wrote a song, the song I assumed he was really playing for her. I wrote it down and passed it around, and it eventually got to Heather. She ripped up the paper and ate it. Luckily, I had had a feeling that she would do that, so I had made a second copy. I just found it the other day, so I thought I'd transcribe it, word for word, so it could live immortally in my LJ. Here it is!:

"Rainbow Heather"
By That Kid (Tim)
(Sung to the tune of whatever the hell he's plunking out)

Oh Rainbow Heather
Your hair is soft like a feather
And I'll never, never stop bugging you
Oooh ooooh oooh.

I play my ukulele
'Cause girl, you slay me!
Oh Rainbow Heather, I wanna sing to you
Oooh ooooh oooh.

I like to ride my horse
With Rainbow Heather, of course!
C'mon girl, won't you ride with me too?
Oooh ooooh oooh.

Rainbow Heeeaaattthhheeerrr!!!

Wasn't that wonderful?

I'd like to encourage those closest to Heather to add "rainbow heather" as an interest as I have done. Spread the Rainbow Heather love!

And then I thought, "What better way to commemorate Rainbow Heather than a colorbar?!" So I made one. Go ahead. You know you want to add it to your userinfo.


Rainbow Heather is extremely angry that I made this love

Tag:

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Just remove the *s.

I ♥ Rainbow Heather.

A few days ago, my dear friend perfect_oasis made a post about how she wishes she didn't feel the need to censor her entries, how she wishes she could post what she feels and not worry about what people think of her. Well, so do I. I've got more filters than I'm really comfortable with, weeding people out based on what I know they'll be offended by. I don't like those filters, but I still feel they're necessary sometimes. It's not that I believe myself important enough that a bunch of people are going to read my entries, but the few that I know will read them I really care about, and respect and admire their opinions. When we differ, I just want to make doubly sure that we can agree to disagree and move on. However, in order to be positive no one will get their feelings hurt, I tend to just stop my mouth, or only speak to those who I know will agree with me. I suppose this is silly, but it feels safe in so many ways.

Today I'm going to be bold and post something that I wrote today in frustration and introspection, but even after nearly twelve hours have gone by, I still find it to be a valid representation of my opinion. It's nothing radical, but for someone whose posts usually consist of things like "Watched House/Lost/CSI. It rocked/sucked/was confusing. I wanna jump Wilson's/Sawyer's/Grissom's bones," this is a bit harder to write. But I'm going to give it a shot anyway, in attempts to make my journal something I might actually want to look back on in the coming years.

( And I thought the beagle would have been a dead giveaway )

Heh, I feel a little silly making a big deal out of this, now that it's all said and done. *is sheepish*

It's that time again. Time for a friends cut. If I cut you and you really, really still want to be on my list, let me know. If we talk to each other at all or I just really, really adore you, you're safe. I'm sorry, I just can't take a big flist anymore.