I'm feeling needy. What did people think of my hair links?

Though I gotta admit, #8 is HIGH-larious.

But it's a lie. You never have to root for the Yankees. Ever. You always root for whoever is playing against them. Always.

Yeah, but some of them are so pretty. The A's in particular seem to have an unusual number of players that make you want to muss their hair and tickle them and feed them big nourishing bowls of pasta. They're not in the same class as the SPN boys (as who is, really?), but they're very appealing.

attempts to avoid mentioning I know where to find good baseball slash. yes. attempts it.

Even I feel bad for the Royals, and I'm not sporty at all. But I don't feel bad for the Chiefs.

I am done with school for the summer! Regular school, I mean. But I have 5 WHOLE DAYS off before I go to summer school orientation, and I am so happy. And we are going to get paid for planning units for next year at home this summer!! Yeah, getting paid for something I do already!

I want: 1. My student loans to disappear.
2. A magic door that whenever I open it, a new good book falls out.
3. My fucking car back.

Oh! Speaking of cars, someone used our school parking lot last night to strip a stolen car in! We watched the whole thing on CC video this morning. We all drove in to see this totally stripped car sitting forlornly in the middle of the lot. Guess they didn't see the VIDEO CAMERA pointed right at them!. Funny thing is, if they'd parked about ten feet over, they'd have been out of range.

We are going to get a storm, I think. It's almost black out, and muggy as hell.

Oh, Plei. You probably wrote some Kissinger/Ruth back in the day.

Or yesterday.

Nah. I'm a HK/Satan = OTP4EVAH!!!1! kinda gal.

::dies of need::

I like #1.

It's also my haircut, but slightly longer.

#3 sort of resembles you. I have it printed out and lying on my desk. I keep catching it out of the corner of my eye and thinking for a second, "Why do I have a picture of Plei on my desk?"

The first one and the last one are my favorites.

Sorry, Plei. I'm painfully boringly vanilla and non-slashy/non-RPFy. Though I'm probably just lame enough that in a moment of weakness I'd happily curl up with a glass of wine and a nice bland Mary Sue's Mildly Porny Adventures entitled, maybe, "The Night Huston Street Showed Up At YOUR NAME HERE's Door All Wan And Pale With One Shoulder Hitched Up Funny But Wearing His Resolve Face (YOUR NAME HERE Know The One, With The Tip Of His Tongue Peeking Out, Yeah, That One), Desperate For A Ladle Of Soup And The Tender Ministrations Of A Lovely Older Woman."

That title I could get behind.