December 9, 2001
Val Kilmer in a Dress
12 days.
I am writing you from the comfort of my room. Yes, Jill's photograph-plastered-Christmas-light-draped room. Hell has truly frozen over. The computer is now mine.
Well, only because dad got an extra Birthday present of a new computer.
But pay no mind to that high-powered beast! My computer has an Incubus screensaver!
The new one is actually pretty bad-ass, though. It burned Justin an 18 track CD in ten minutes.
So there will be bootlegging aplenty in the black household!
It's been a lovely weekend. I watched Willow twice, thoroughly enjoying it both times. Not only am I in love with Madmartigan (and if anybody wants to get me anything for Christmas, he'll do), I am also thinking of adopting some Brownies of my own. Rool and Franjean are quite possibly my favorite part of the movie.
"I stole a baby!"
No, not me personally, that was a quote. They stole a baby. From a stupid Daikini when he was taking a pee-pee.
I am far too easily amused.
Goodness. Am feeling six hundred times better about Persistent Texan Boyfriend, for no reason other than the fact that I resolved to feel better about it. And tomorrow, he will be home in 11 days.
It just doesn't seem real. I mean, just a few days ago he was going to be home in a month. December is escaping me.
Closer to his arms each day...
I'm collapsing in swooning fits, excuse me.
astera at 10:02 p.m.