*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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Oh, yes, she's hot, she's hot, she's hot; I guess she's everything I'm not...

So, I should be cleaning my house. But I've discovered, much to my dismay, that red wine on an empty stomach in the wee hours the night before does not a productive Ldy make. I really should eat something! And drop P's car off at the mechanic's, and take out the recyclables, and get the mail, and find a job and and and...

Lyric of the moment:

Oh she is hot, she's hot, she's hot
She's just a wild and wicked slut
And she lives inside my head and stops me sleeping
And when I think she's finally gone
Some guy arrives and turns her on
Then she parties until dawn
This can't go on
Get out my dreams
You're killing me so slowly...

Speaking of lyrics, I thought this site was kinda nifty: Zombaritaville-- Zombified songwriting parodies freshly exhumed every Monday, Wednesday & Friday

And speaking of zombies, there's still no sign of Max. There never will be, I think. I miss him so.

My playlist's getting weird (and clearly, so's my train of thought), so it's time to back away from the computer. (Plus, hello, I really need to clean.) Hope your life is going swimmingly :)

~Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough~

PS: This look at the breastification of banner advertising for the online rpg Evony is a hootannahalf: http://americancopywriter.typepad.com/blog/2009/08/advertising-on-the-web-1.html
OK, really going now bye!

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