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25 September 2005 @ 05:50 pm
claws of adamantium  

I know I'm not at my best when I feel a surge of savage irrational hatred at a cashier who requires picture ID with a credit card. Not his fault, so I tightened my lips and left empty-handed before I could give into pointless and embarrassing viciousness. The store's a block away and sometimes I go there daily. You'd think they'd know me. But the point I have to remember is that I'm furious at the world; the world is not furious at me.

I notice that I'm also susceptible to the contagion of other people's anger. It makes me angry. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING ANGRY?! I want to scream at them.

Ha ha ha! *not pointlessly seething*

I am miserably dyspeptic and have a tight-chested feeling that I need to stave off before it gets worse. I also need to do my laundry or there will be no more clean underwear in the world.

inapickle is always cheering. So is listening to songs like "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves," "Rocky Raccoon," "Imaginary Lover," a Latin cover version of "I Will Survive," an American Idol cover of "The Dock of the Bay," and "Drive."

The last one is by Melissa Ferrick. Someone posted a YSI link to LJ the other day and then the post vanished into an alternate dimension when I went back to look for it and thank them. It is the most erotic song ever and I have to remember to post the file tomorrow, for poshcat if no one else.

Next up: Brandy, you're a fine girl. Or maybe I'll go finish watching Aliens. I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. Actually, Ripley may be my role model today.
Burke: Hold on one second. This installation has a substantial dollar value attached to it.
Ripley: They can *bill* me.

Ripley: Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?

Burke: Look, this is an emotional moment for all of us, okay? I know that. But let's not--let's not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we're dealing with and I don't think that you or I, or anybody, has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
Ripley: Wrong!
Also, what can be better than this description from the first-draft director's script:
Newt screams as the hurricane airstream sucks her across the floor toward the airlock. Bishop, torn virtually in two, his pastalike internal organs whipped by the wind, grips a stanchion and reaches desperately for Newt as she slides past him. He catches her arm and hangs on as she dangles, doll-like, in the airblast.
I'm taking my pastalike internal organs off now. Goodbye, cruel world. Try not to explode in a nuclear holocaust of flaming alien viscera while I'm away.
Pouncer: Saturn V launchthepouncer on September 26th, 2005 01:19 am (UTC)
Ripley in that scene is my role-model. There are some things that just shouldn't be fooled around with.

I hope you feel better.
kassrachel on September 26th, 2005 02:57 am (UTC)
Savage irrational hatred is not fun, but it happens. Props to you for recognizing it.

I have nothing germane to add. I bought a beautiful new lipstick yesterday at the Body Shop. It's a deep crimson and comes in a little jar and must be applied with a brush. It's luminous and rich and not at all like my usual barely-tinted lip balp. I wore it to a fancy wedding and will probably leave it in my dressy little purse until next time I do something fancy, like six months from now. I'll bet it would look beautiful on you.
kassrachel on September 26th, 2005 02:58 am (UTC)
Balm. Lip BALM. What the hell is lip balp? Clearly I need to go to bed now.
Poshykittyposhcat on September 26th, 2005 05:49 am (UTC)
::awaits your fuck song eagerly::
Poshykittyposhcat on September 26th, 2005 05:57 am (UTC)
PS I love Aliens with the fiery heat of a thousand suns. "Get away from her, you bitch."

That is pretty much my life motto. ::coyly puts lip balp on::
rubywisp: tv geek by calendaerubywisp on September 26th, 2005 08:41 am (UTC)
Trepkos: Wahuh? by Literatitrepkos on September 26th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
a cashier who requires picture ID with a credit card

That's outrageous!
Give 'em cash, that'll confuse 'em.