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( TMI )

I have watched Dexter! \o/ Which I liked. (Except the 'Previously on Dexter' parts. Dude, there are only twelve episodes and it's not like we're bird-brained little-- No, wait. I am. Carry on!)

( What I want to watch next )

In other news, I won't be around much next week. Oh, and I totally remember the requests, I'm just slooooow.

*There are no Google results for "Mountie sammich" and only 84 results, if you spell sammich correctly. *strokes imaginary beard* Innnteresting.

Things learned from Singapore Airline's in flight entertainment:

The very handy phrase "Where are the restrooms?" in Mandarin. Plus the words for I don't understand, good morning, help, cat and restaurant. I scribbled down a few more, but these stayed in my mind for some reason. Yay!

I also stumbled over this very interesting bit in a magazine article about Sichuan cuisine: The Huajiao (Sichuan peppercorn) creates a peppery and tangy, mouth-numbing sensation called 'Ma', while chillies create the spicy zing called 'La'. Cool, non?

Vaguely related to this (in the sense of not at all related): ( I dreamt about travelling last night. )

It's one of those days. You know, when you're under the impression that everyone thinks you suck in every way imaginable? Plus, I can feel my lurker self...hee, lurking in the shadows. Let's change the topic, shall we?

( In which I blather on about what I need. Nooo, come back! I'm not talking about emotional needs, I'm talking about stuff you can actually buy. With money. )

[Poll #782255]
( In other news, I dreamt about a Teyla sandwich. )

In....err, even otherer news (Shuddup), mosquitoes...suck. (Now aren't you glad I'm in possession of a keyboard?)

Last night's dream featured Geisha Bourne (Bourne? What? Like in "The Bourne Identity?"), clad in lavender silk, doing slow exercises with a shiny katana and sharing pearls of wisdom like this one: "It was a strange way to question oneself, when one was at oneself."

Ooookay, brain. What the hell? You're not supposed to dream in a) English and b) bad English. What does that even mean?

Anyway, it made me think about a few questions I've had for a while. I already pestered oh, everyone I know about them, so why should the flist be spared?

[Poll #746634]

The bad thing about dieting? My boobs are all gone. Which is really fucking depressing because they were awesome. *sighs dejectedly*

Yeah, it's one of those "Last night I dreamed that..." posts.
( Cut for traumatic content. I'm not kidding, people. )

Oh, and just for the record: Omgomg, so addicted to House. I'm not feeling the urge to read House/Wilson slash (yet?), but Jesus, I can see why you would.

In a rare moment of altruism, I decided to spare you a longer post on this subject. Instead I give you unadulterated panic. Last night, I dreamt of innumerable ways how I failed the German equivalent of-- whatever it's called. My ticket to university. Then I dreamt of a handicapped Anime character on roller skates and woke up with the theme song stuck in my head, which was not so much a theme song but the continued, ominous chanting of Comic Man! Comic Man!

Aaaanyway...*hyperventilates*

Huh. Last night, I dreamt that

godofwine was paying a visit to

monanotlisa. Dreaming about people whose faces you don't know is definitely weird.

Bring me a dream, preferably another one like last night because that Daniel/Vala/Cameron threesome? Was scorching hot. My only suggestion for improvement: more Jack, please.

They end up in a tangle of limbs on a narrow bed, too impatient to even get all their clothes off. Suddenly, Vala stops and sits back on her heels: "This is not working for me. Sorry, Daniel." Which, of course, makes him kind of cranky because he's not getting laid. While he goes to sit on the other bed, Vala's all over Cameron and she wiggles her thigh between his to rub up against, encouraging him to "Keep going". Cameron's all: "Wait, that was you?" And Daniel's like: "Wait, you thought that was me?"

Dear Fear of Failure,
don't manifest yourself in my dreams as a towering dark shape that tries to force me to stare into its black eye sockets, please. Jerking awake at half past three in the middle of the night is not as much fun as you might think. If you do plan to annoy me further, you should know that your appearance is really trite and causes me to laugh myself sick. Also, you don't stand a chance in hell of actually making me stop procrastinating.
Sincerely, Me

Speaking of failure, my icon muse is missing. There are unbearably hot caps from Grace Under Pressure und The Tower, but if I open Photoshop to play with them, nothing happens. Why have you abandoned me in my time of need, Muse?

Omg, two days until Christmas. How did that happen? I still have to buy presents and cards, but this year I am wiser and will not go shopping in Munich. Getting half of what I'm searching for isn't worth the bruises. And how perverse is it that I actually have to worry about that? Season of goodwill, my ass.

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