tunes: The Distillers: Sing Sing Death House

updates: Added more pictures I found lying around, made a few wallpapers (Brody Armstrong, of course).

Fucking transitory. I can't believe it's already 4PM. Children of Dune will be on around, 9PM? I've been anticipating this miniseries, the Sci-Fi Channel constantly airs previews. It's practically embedded in my brain.

If anything, I'd built a machine that bypasses specific days / weeks / months that one really could do without. Or I could transmigrate. I'm only saying that b/c my speech is this week and every time it passes through my mind, I get that sinister feeling of dread that starts from my throat (or that could just be mucus accumulating) and travels down to the pit of my stomach (which I could be mistaking for indigestion, ahhhh, what's wrong with me today?).

Let's pretend Brody is someone I look up to (as opposed to just simply lusting after her). What would she do in my situation? Completely stressed and lackadaisical ... loafing about as if my future was not at stake. Hmmm... what would Brody Armstrong do? Grab some gel and a blow dryer and work on spiking her hair (note: as if I know the first thing about spiking hair, I just read this from the band site)? Don a Transplants shirt? Wait, I don't think any of that will help at all. Is this a no-win situation? Of course, I -could- just stop fucking around like an asshole on the Internet and get some work done.

Bah, but I am so fucking LAZY.