Shhhh, I'm not here yet ...

I'll be on tonight, but I'm logging in from home now, and I'm not sposed to. Shh, don't tell anyone. :D

Anyway. There is a longer entry, which is up at my dencity account because I don't have WS_FTP here and the connection's too slow to download it.

Also, two quotes:

Assuming a ballet dancer is going to be straight and the firemen are all camp. I don't know where you live ...
(Ian; Have I Got News For You)

- Virgin Islands get what?
- Pregnant.
(Angus and Ian and Paul in unison; Have I Got News For You)

Now, if you'll excuse me, my muses seem to be going through a collective midlife crisis. I knew I shouldn't have laughed out loud at those pics of young Jon-n-Richie and even younger U2. Gah. Muses.

Quotes

Signing off now. I've got places to go, people to kill, and the government to frame for it.
(Tri; RS-X)

He was the guy who showed up with cryptic warnings, sort of a sexy Deep Throat with fangs.
(Morgan, re first-season-Angel; FCA-L)

I think a strawberry daiquiri will suit his outfit quite well. Because you know Brian [Molko] is the type to coordinate his alcohol with his outfit.
(Ruth; IRC)

- 0}:) I'm not evil. See? There's my halo.
- That's not a halo. That's a pair of horns that've been polished to shining perfection.
(Tri and I;IRC)

<snicker> You come up with a nifty story if you put in Jon Bon Jovi underwear.
(Ruth, IRC)

* Nette shakes Google. Did Richie steal Jon's underwear? *Answer hazy. Ask again later.* <shakes Google again> Gimme an answer! *Yeah, okay, okay. Jesus! Richie stole his underwear.* Hah! I was right.
(Nette; IRC)

<holds head in hands> Why oh why do I have so much stuff?
(Ruth; IRC)

I couldn't be subtle if my life depended on it. I am Obviously Tactless Girl.
(Nette; IRC)

<pokes Ruth> Thank you, Sarcasmo.
(Nette; IRC)

Wail! Despair! Laughter! Dammit!
(Tri; IRC)

* rsadelle wonders who this guy is in the hot tub with Pacey.
- I know it's not what I'm thinking, but I was briefly happy with that sentence.
(Ruth and Nette; IRC)

* Nette pokes her nerve. Ooh, tingly.
(Nette; IRC)

My dreams have come true! Someone who will tell Molly everything!
(Rich; IRC)

<slips the muses cookies under the table>
* Amatia steals cookies from Muses and munches.
<g> hey, no cookies for you. They're for those poor starved pretty boys.
<gives them more cookies>
(Nat and Molly; IRC)

I'll be back Saturday if you can wait that long.
* Amatia listens to Richie play Somewhere Over the Rainbow on his guitar and sighs happily.
Yeah I can wait.
(Rich and Molly; IRC)

You can harass me anytime.
(AevilSteve; MSNMessenger)

I'm feeling feverish. Whine.

Sighage.

1. I'm ill. Feverish. Bleh.
2. Napster is not obeying. Bah.
3. I want to write. I need to write. I even have a brand new notebook and all. but i can't write. This sucks.
4. I'm already wanting to redisign. But not much. Just change the colours [Purple and green? What on earth was I thinking?] to shades of grey [and maybe pink or something] and make a fancier main page.