Does anyone know what the hell I've been singing all night?

"My bid-ness, my bid-ness...
What about yo house-keepa, what you keep in yo house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what yo keep in yo mouff?"

Well, whatever it is, I should stop...

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Dark Crystal went just fine. Some creepy guy constantly on about if the tape had the "making of," which it didn't--the tapes we get are these special public preformance ones, and haven't an awful lot on them. As far as extras go, anyway. I need to mail the box back tomorrow.

Should have done an essay tonight, too--but fat lot I did, after all. I'm just lying around really. Ate breadsticks again tonight. It's like journalism weekend was--now it's just all the time.

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Putting in seperations. It's a more disjointed night. My hips hurt, no reason.

You can order a poster of Blixa naked from the film Dandy here. I want to buy Dandy and that poster. Pity that would come out to be 70 dollars. Maybe I'll start saving, I don't know. I'd have to frame a poster like that, though. Forty's an awful lot. Maybe I'll just buy some postcards for it, I don't know. I just like being a fangirl.

Blixa himself seems down to earth. He hangs out on the Neubauten.org forums a lot. Tells people how to remove copy-guard from his own CDs with a black marker. Teases fans trying to understand his lyrics. Somehow it's disconnected, that, from me wanting posters of his naked body. It's so easy for someone--once you know them in some small way--to become less an idol. Not enough of an attention span to explain. I still want to buy Dandy.

I also want a decent meal. Perhaps this is all impossible...

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My orange juice has: