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Heaven help the next person who rings my land-line. That's all I'm saying about that.

I forgot to mention that yesterday I found the perfect grey shorts for my "Hogwarts uniform Bermuda shorts" idea for Phoenix Rising. At Joyce Leslie (of all the sins, I know). This whole thing is hurting my brain it's so cute.

I'll gt to work, my paycheck will be there, I'll see how awful the health insurance ding is, I'll pay my bills and then I will order the next book I need for Jaida's bookclub thing, as well as the newer Franz Ferdinand CD and some gluten-free stuff that costs half on Amazon what it does in Whole Foods.

Yesterday I found the website of the guy who did my first two (but unfortunately not my third, which has faded badly) tattoos. He's moved from having his own shop downtown, to working for someone else to having his own shop out in Brooklyn. But I'm really glad to have located him again, and once I finish the design up, hopefully this week, I can at least email him for a price quote so I can start thinking about it.

Regency clothes woman said she was going to put some of my outfit in the mail on Monday, and some of it next week. I wonder if that means things will be arriving today. I've sent her email but haven't heard back, which is marginally stressful, but you know, that was just yesterday and time difference and all. (ETA: Complete order going out today, should be here by my birthday).

Also, people, if you repeat back to me something I said about _myself_ directly to you, it's not gossip. Way to be weird.

Scissor Sisters

You all know I _love_ this band in all its glorious tackiness. Listening to the new album now. And OMG. I didn't think I could love them more, but then they wrote this song called She's My Man. Lyrics under the cut.

I might stop laughing sometime. Possibly not until next week.

( She's My Man )

true confessions

Rachel Weiss's character in The Mummy is so totally my idea of grown-up Hermione and so so so so hot it's ridiculous.

That's all.