April 5th, 2004

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-- Holy shit. Guess who's playing the villian in Constantine? Gavin Rossdale, doucherocket frontman for Bush. Jesus, how can something that started out looking as appealing as a no-lube anal fisting from Michael Clarke Duncan keep getting worse? There apparently really is no bottom floor in Hell; you just keep going down.

-- I need to email Bess, and I need to email Josh. I also need to start pricing beds. Either that or sit down and fix the one I have.

-- Go see Hellboy. Now. I mean seriously, like right now. Go on; I can wait.
Self-Portrait 3

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-- I've spent most of my time online today looking for swords (both large and small) and massive big guns. I'd forgotten what an enjoyable pastime it is.

-- I could very easily fix the bed I have now, but that doesn't solve the problem of that bed being entirely too large for my Lilliputian apartment. So I suppose I'll pretty much have to buy a new mattress and box spring. But I think I can hang on to the frame I have now.