Is this working?

So I have an OCD when it comes to cds, it seems. Hopefully I'm poor and I somehow manage to have this thing under control, but sometimes I find that it takes a lot of will not to succumb to the delicious temptations that are put in our way.

I'm trying to forget how it would feel to have all those singles by singing along to my new favorite song, Michael, by Franz Ferdinand:

Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips
Michael, you're the only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want

Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael waiting on a silver platter now
And nothing matters now

It's almost as good as singing along to Shudder To Think's Hot One, I tell you.

Recommend me homoerotic songs. I'm in a mood.

Alonso Cuarón must father my babies.

Saw Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. It was awesome beyond all awesomeness. My inner fangirl squeed and weeped in joy.

I'm so going to hell for perving over underage schoolboys.

Could someone please bury Ronald Reagan already? I'm so over the fucking thing -- let the man find his final rest, etc., etc. I swear, if they keep the viewing for longer they're gonna have to mummify him like they did with Lenin and make a world tour with him in the casket.

<_<

You know you're gonna have a good day when your friends send you gay porn.

Heh heh.

I just realized that out of 50 icons in LiveJournal, I have 21 featuring Dominic Monaghan. Add moodtheme and layout and you have a fangirl.

I've also just printed Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets on the office printer -- 341 pages. Yay for laser printers.

I'm also alone here, dancing barefoot to "Rush" by Depeche Mode.

And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend. Pffft.

You know you're living in an Almodóvar world when you find out you're in the center of a love/hate triangle square, involving four friends.

All of them female.

Oy.