rbsn ~ excursive

the great thing about austen flicks is that there are so many of them. i can relive the sappiness over and over and over and over and over again. and call it “research”. thank you bbc!! rehashing british-isms and skulking after hot british men sure is some good times.

There are 10 kinds of people in this world: those who understand binary and those who do not.

snarkity snark snark(!!)

near recent…

memo to miz jo march:

if you should ever yet encounter another christian bale gazing longingly at your figure through the attic window, for god’s sakes accept his marriage proposal. like, omg, he’s possibly the only man who’s worked the vest and goatee look to perfection. and the hair! pantene perfect!

and thus concludes my fifty bajillionth viewing of the flick.
just say yes to christian bale, foul temper be damned.
remember kids: jack kelly ftw.

all actual clothing from today’s outfit totalled less than 50 bucks.
the result?
ninja-style.

also found the car i would most likely purchase should the plastic buggy refuse service.
vw gti, 4 door, metallic shadow blue, automatic, 18″ khartoum black alloy rims, xeon headlights.
a Dream. for a little over 30k.

so effing kyoote!!

why i’ll never be site designer:
3+ hours to refurb blogger code. with google cheatsheet to boot.

and still unable to figure out why there’re so many spaces above the footer.

!@(@##@#(*#@`123a@!ID}PIQW()$
bbq.

the nerd part of me is like, i’m back in my favorite video games, oh wow.

3rd class “state”rooms and 1st class sitting room.

creepy, yieah.

reschuffling. and being grumpy about it. some things are looking up and some things are winding down to the inevitable conclusion. when not fogged by emo slants, that stark reality flares up. ouch dammit.

for whatever reason, rbsn’s ip changed and whb never notified me. wtf. a small annoyance that’s irritating more than it ought due to aforementioned buggeries.

all this, and i need a haircut.