Chasing chimeras

I needed a new layout because Katee is preeeetty. All the Starbuck ones I made failed too badly to live so I had so stay with out of character.

Alison left her phone here and she just got a text. I am going to be sneaky and check what it says. Awww, is just from Catherine. That's not so exciting since she lives here and all. *pout*

I'm stalling going over to the dairy to get milk.

Behold my stalling.

Peter's house totally has my licorice allsorts. Bastardly house. Stealing my candy.

I knew there was a reason I was avoiding the Firefox update that my computer wanted me to have. Why do computer things always try to make things 'easier' by making them more convoluted and complicated? Argh. Computers make me sad. This basically boils down to CIRCE DOESN'T DEAL WELL WITH CHANGE ON AN INTERNET LEVEL. I will, however, find a way to continue living.

What does not make me sad though is Battlestar Galactica. No, in fact that makes me very very happy. Sometimes in my pants. Raen and I are about seven eps into season two and have come to the mutual consensus that we would mostly definitely do Number Three (Lucy Lawless with blonde hair should be a travesty, and yet hel-lo.) and Starbuck. (Starbuck doing her thing with the boxing bag in 'Final Cut'? Hot as hell, baby. I love a woman who can kick arse.)

And Gaius. Can't forget Gaius, that narcissistic, womanising glasses-wearing fox of a man.

New sci-fi addictions make me a very happy young lady, I have to say.

And in real life matters, I believe there's drinking of a pirate-related nature at Sequoia's tonight? Maybe? If so then we'll be there, although I find myself far too lazy to do anything involving dressing up. I'll wear clothes, and that's all I can promise you.