Gail (gailmarie) wrote,
Gail
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Let the river run. Let all the dreamers wake the nation, come the New Jerusalem

I don't know where she is, but I can smell her, and she stinks. Damn cat. Don't be smelly, you don't like baths.

Also, I was at my lovely big sister's again tonight. 'Twas fun. We watched Survivor (I really liked Gabe! Fuckers had to go and vote him off. See if I watch the show again. Hmph.) Followed by CSI and Blow Dry, a very Best-in-Show-esque film with Josh Hartnett, Alan Rickman, Natasha Richardson, and Rachael Leigh Cook. Very strange, but pretty good love. *giggles at myself*

Ah yes. One of those nights where I amuse myself to no end. And everyone just smiles and nods.

Me: *amused*
Everyone: *stares*
Me: *giggles*
Everyone: *blinks*
Me: Oh come on!! I'm entertaining. *stands on my head and collapses in a heap...laughing the whole time*
Everyone: Are you feeling alright?
Me: Wheee!! I'm wonderful!!
Everyone: Are you on something? Crack? It's crack isn't it?
Me: I'm high on life, can't you tell???
Everyone: Go to bed Gail.
Me: But I'm not tired. *pouts and bounces around the room*
Everyone: *shakes head and sighs*

WOO! That was fun.

Um, yeah. I think. I need. Um. Anything at this point.

I'll be back when I return to normal. Or at least when I'm more normal than I am right now.
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