sab

I'm sitted, as Radar would say, diligently cross-legged on the bed, working on this freelance job and accidentally watching E.R. (oops.). I came across this meme by way of

prillalar, McSwain!, and

schuyler consequently, and having just swapped out a new batch of names and titles, I figured I'd adapt it for my purposes.

My journal used to be called Zero Runs Away because of the marvelous icon

indilime made, and because there ain't one thing wrong with Khleo Thomas, Louis Sachar or Holes.
My journal used to be subtitled "Never eat hard candy alone," because that's what I was taught growing up, and it's just right good advice.
My friends page used to be called "there can always be new beginnings, even for people like us," which is Ivanova's final line in Babylon 5's final episode, and it's about the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.
My username was

sabine101 for because that is whom I am.
My default userpic was:

made, as I said, by

indilime //

teh_indy, because it was.

Now, however, my journal is called "Everybody wants to pass as cats," from Counting Crows' "Mr. Jones," because we do, damn it. That, and Jubal Early, as seen in my new default icon, made by

azuredflame. And Joss.
Now, my journal is subtitled "a journal by Sab" because I'm still chewing on the appropriate Alanis lyric that doesn't screw with the waffle of the Adam one. Soon it will be something else.
Now, my friends page is called "secrets wanna be famous like everyone else," because my very own Shox writes a hell of a song. Which I'll upload for you all to enjoy as soon as I get around to uploading.
And I'm still me, with this pic now:

made, y'know, by

azuredflame.

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Had a momentary lapse of reason, predominantly brought upon my the recent addition of the Internet to our household, but I'm all squared away now and ready to get back to writing this curriculum thingy.

Forgot to note -- last Sunday we had brunch in Hermosa Beach and then got the opportunity to scope out Chris's penthouse in daylight, and I made Jason teach me things and fucked around with the camera. I give you "Sunset over the Marina", where the pearlescent pool in the channel that so brightly reflects bobbleheaded palm trees is not, in fact, an aquamarine inlet of the Pacific but rather -- an open sewer.