Eww. Eggs.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I want my friends and family to PARTY and celebrate my life.
I want them to play St. James Infirmary. Then there had better be a second line people.
My uncle had a second line. But I don't know if any mourners were in it. Perhaps it was just a symbolic band.
I am in a grouchy mood. A totally predictable, quite juvenile, grouchy mood, which just means I'm meta-grouchy to boot. And once that starts to cascade, there's not much heading it off.
I have been in a...touchy? mood lately. Eyeing everyone like, "Just give me a reason."
Bioqueen! It's the hot new thing.
You have no idea! It really is! There'll be a ton of them at our drag king conference in a few weeks. (Which, btw, if anyone will be in Austin the weekend of Oct 20th...there'll be hot hot people and shows and shit and you should totally go)
I'm eyeing everyone wondering why they haven't fixed my mood yet, since surely that would get rid of the headache.
It's all your fault.
Why do I have an urge to post something with flawed logic that would be easy to pick apart?
Or maybe make chocolate cupcakes.
Buff Diving has helped a bit. Not as much with the me being touchy part, but at least thanks to Allyson, shrift and Miracleman, I now have something scathing to say when someone does set me off.
ETA: Lee, you can make me and ita cupcakes. That would greatly improve our moods.
Jessica's concerns are mine as well; the Friday night thing was especially stupid. Not to mention, wtf does jordan mcdeere do all goddamn day? Walking around in an untucked shirt and a sweater tossed over her shoulder?
Live for the East Coast makes some sense; I was trying to figure out how they could be all dressed and chipper for the after-party. Just one of the thousand tiny things that ring false about that Studio 60. Like the ratings climb! 109%? Were they watching Entourage?!
Shrift, you know there's a place nearby that does "Porn and Eggs" - brunch food and 70s porn - midnight to three on Saturdays? Anytime you want to go, I'm game.
Who came first, the Chick or the Benedict?
OMG, we totally have to go. Wocka chicka bowm bowm french toast!