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51stcenturyfox!)
2. OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING. NO NO NO NO. NO. Well, okay, maybe. Hopefully we'll get better clothes this time.
3. Y hello there, meme whore.
I see that you are back for more.
Shall I give to you some words?
Something something rhymes with words?
I do not like green eggs and ham,
I do not like them garbage can. Cam. Pam. Fcuk.
amonitrate gave me the following words: swings, peanut butter, Sheriff Harry Truman, JEM, fangs
swings: I am a swing conniseur. Really. I love swings. You go high up! Even though they told me that I can't do a 360 on the swings on Mythbusters, I AM STILL TRYING. IT WILL BE MINE, THIS TRIP TO A&E. Come on people. Dumbass shit like this is why we have healthcare, right? This is just me getting my money's worth, like when I eat a package of Oreos before I go to the dentist.
peanut butter: I don't actually like peanut butter, TBH. I like it IN things, but I don't like it by itself. I like peanut butter cookies and I like peanut butter in chocolate, oh, and I like peanut sauces, like on mahi mahi and cold sesame noodles.
This is a boring answer. It requires porn:
…
I can't do this.
Sheriff Harry Truman: I WOULD HIT THAT SHIT SO HARD. HE LIKES COFFEE AND DONUTS AND QUIET AND BEER AND OMG I LOVE YOU HARRY TRUMAN. IF YOU WERE REAL I WOULD BE UR STALKER, AND THEN YOU'D HAVE TO ARREST ME, AND THAT WOULD BE COUNTER PRODUCTIVE FOR YOU, BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE YOU WORK.
This reminds me of the time my friend…Moonunit was at Lollapalooza in like, 1992, 1993? And she saw Peter Gabriel there, because I guess he was involved in it for some reason. IIRC he was behind the scenes. THIS IS UNIMPORTANT, BECAUSE HE WAS THERE. Anyway, Moonunit saw him on his way to the backstage area, like, he must have stepped out onto the vending grounds for something, and he was going back to the place where all the bands hung out, because they want to be separate, because they are sane.
So she saw, him, and I guess he looked at her and smiled, and then, all the things that she wanted to say to Peter Gabriel bubbled into her brain: "I like your music, you are handsome, I am a fan, blah blah blah' and she opened her mouth to say these things, but all that came out was a whiny and strangled, "I LOVE YOU, PETER GABRIEL." He startled, gave her a panicked look and RAN back to the stage door. HAAAHAHAAAHAHHA. Oh . Ha.
The best part of this story is that you'll all think that was me, but IT WASN'T, and I am secure in that knowledge.
JEM: What can I say? She's outrageous. Truly. Truly. Now you really want me to say that last 'truly', don't you? It eats at you, like when people reference the show Numbers as NUMBERS, WHEN IT IS OBVIOUS THAT IT IS NUMTHREE-ERS.
I like Jem. I like reading Stormer/Kimber. I like to imagine all the firey deaths that Kimber could have. I like the way that Jem has like three outfits and one of them is polka dotted, and one of them is what I call her BAHAMA JAMZ outfit. I wasn't allowed to watch it as a kid, so I kind of mainlined it as an adult. It could have been worse. It could have been THUNDERCATS.
fangs: Wot? What's this supposed to mean? I AM NOT SOME JUNGLE CAT TO BE LAUGHED AND POINTED AT.
4. Okay, so last night I just couldn't stop taking pics of shit. Camera phone for the win.
My knee hurts. Beneath the knee cap (on the leg, not like under the physical patella. Right below the whole knee contraption. The top of the tibia? Right here:
TELL ME INTERNET DOCTORS. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? I asked Geddy Lee of Rush, but he just said, "Why are we here? Because we're here. Roll the bones. Why does it happen? Because it happens. Roll the bones." I gave him the URL for shakeybillbot.
5. Also, I took pics of my workspace, because I am a nosy bitch who loves to look at people's desks. Here's mine. This is my dining room table, mah peeps.
The janet laptop and all kinds of crap. Other laptop I'm fixing for the parental units. Coffee cup. Busted ass Lush bath bomb.
This is what is behind the lappy. I can't explain the shit. I just can't.
My desperate attempt to control the chaos led to this shelf purchase at OFFICE DESPOT. As you can see, it is already subdued under the yoke of disaster.
6. Happy 4th, peeps! I'm off to blow shit up! I'll tweet from the burn unit if they let me!
51stcenturyfox!)2. OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING. NO NO NO NO. NO. Well, okay, maybe. Hopefully we'll get better clothes this time.
3. Y hello there, meme whore.
I see that you are back for more.
Shall I give to you some words?
Something something rhymes with words?
I do not like green eggs and ham,
I do not like them garbage can. Cam. Pam. Fcuk.
amonitrate gave me the following words: swings, peanut butter, Sheriff Harry Truman, JEM, fangsswings: I am a swing conniseur. Really. I love swings. You go high up! Even though they told me that I can't do a 360 on the swings on Mythbusters, I AM STILL TRYING. IT WILL BE MINE, THIS TRIP TO A&E. Come on people. Dumbass shit like this is why we have healthcare, right? This is just me getting my money's worth, like when I eat a package of Oreos before I go to the dentist.
peanut butter: I don't actually like peanut butter, TBH. I like it IN things, but I don't like it by itself. I like peanut butter cookies and I like peanut butter in chocolate, oh, and I like peanut sauces, like on mahi mahi and cold sesame noodles.
This is a boring answer. It requires porn:
She was moist and ready for him, and she seemed to unscrew, coming undone. When he entered her, stuffing himself into her and twisting, she cried out in pleasure. "Oh Chocolate!"
He buried himself in her, murmuring her name. "Peanut Butter, you're so thick, oh, I can't last."
…
I can't do this.
Sheriff Harry Truman: I WOULD HIT THAT SHIT SO HARD. HE LIKES COFFEE AND DONUTS AND QUIET AND BEER AND OMG I LOVE YOU HARRY TRUMAN. IF YOU WERE REAL I WOULD BE UR STALKER, AND THEN YOU'D HAVE TO ARREST ME, AND THAT WOULD BE COUNTER PRODUCTIVE FOR YOU, BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE YOU WORK.
This reminds me of the time my friend…Moonunit was at Lollapalooza in like, 1992, 1993? And she saw Peter Gabriel there, because I guess he was involved in it for some reason. IIRC he was behind the scenes. THIS IS UNIMPORTANT, BECAUSE HE WAS THERE. Anyway, Moonunit saw him on his way to the backstage area, like, he must have stepped out onto the vending grounds for something, and he was going back to the place where all the bands hung out, because they want to be separate, because they are sane.
So she saw, him, and I guess he looked at her and smiled, and then, all the things that she wanted to say to Peter Gabriel bubbled into her brain: "I like your music, you are handsome, I am a fan, blah blah blah' and she opened her mouth to say these things, but all that came out was a whiny and strangled, "I LOVE YOU, PETER GABRIEL." He startled, gave her a panicked look and RAN back to the stage door. HAAAHAHAAAHAHHA. Oh . Ha.
The best part of this story is that you'll all think that was me, but IT WASN'T, and I am secure in that knowledge.
JEM: What can I say? She's outrageous. Truly. Truly. Now you really want me to say that last 'truly', don't you? It eats at you, like when people reference the show Numbers as NUMBERS, WHEN IT IS OBVIOUS THAT IT IS NUMTHREE-ERS.
I like Jem. I like reading Stormer/Kimber. I like to imagine all the firey deaths that Kimber could have. I like the way that Jem has like three outfits and one of them is polka dotted, and one of them is what I call her BAHAMA JAMZ outfit. I wasn't allowed to watch it as a kid, so I kind of mainlined it as an adult. It could have been worse. It could have been THUNDERCATS.
fangs: Wot? What's this supposed to mean? I AM NOT SOME JUNGLE CAT TO BE LAUGHED AND POINTED AT.
4. Okay, so last night I just couldn't stop taking pics of shit. Camera phone for the win.
My knee hurts. Beneath the knee cap (on the leg, not like under the physical patella. Right below the whole knee contraption. The top of the tibia? Right here:
TELL ME INTERNET DOCTORS. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? I asked Geddy Lee of Rush, but he just said, "Why are we here? Because we're here. Roll the bones. Why does it happen? Because it happens. Roll the bones." I gave him the URL for shakeybillbot.
5. Also, I took pics of my workspace, because I am a nosy bitch who loves to look at people's desks. Here's mine. This is my dining room table, mah peeps.
The janet laptop and all kinds of crap. Other laptop I'm fixing for the parental units. Coffee cup. Busted ass Lush bath bomb.
This is what is behind the lappy. I can't explain the shit. I just can't.
My desperate attempt to control the chaos led to this shelf purchase at OFFICE DESPOT. As you can see, it is already subdued under the yoke of disaster.
6. Happy 4th, peeps! I'm off to blow shit up! I'll tweet from the burn unit if they let me!
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Date: 2009-07-04 05:03 pm (UTC)Need to clean house... UGH. I hate adulthood sometimes.
Nice manicure. :D
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Date: 2009-07-04 05:16 pm (UTC)My nails are all jacked up. But they are HOT PINK and it's all good.
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Date: 2009-07-04 05:06 pm (UTC)Or is that a new purchase?
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Date: 2009-07-04 05:17 pm (UTC)LOLOR5. Yeah, it's new. I'm going to try to utilise it, but the pegs are glued in, and I don't know how sturdy it is. I should have chucked the glue they gave me and used the gorilla glue.
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:41 pm (UTC)Regardless, see how productive you become when we don't come over and drink lots and lots of beer?
Gorilla glue f***ing rocks. I just get annoyed you're supposed to clamp things, and I never have to glue anything that's easy to clamp.
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-04 06:28 pm (UTC)Your knee? IT'S A TUMOR!
Your workspace? I think you need a shot of the entire table for the full effect.
See you for fireworks...and steak and cupcakes. NOM NOM NOM.
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:32 pm (UTC)Don't say tumor, mom. If you say it, it will be one.
I'll take a workspace pic in full later. It's gotten worse. Exponentially.
FIREWORKS AND STEAK. I FUCKING LOVE FREE STEAK!
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:52 pm (UTC)My desk is a horrible mess.
Date: 2009-07-04 06:56 pm (UTC)Re: My desk is a horrible mess.
Date: 2009-07-04 06:57 pm (UTC)ALSO HA HA HA THAT'S MY ENTRY ON YOUR SCREEN! HI FOXY ICON!
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:59 pm (UTC)Freaky! :D
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:38 pm (UTC)I took a look at your knee, at first I thought it might be a form of advanced soft-tissue sarcoma. After consulting with others I found I was wrong. There is absolutely nothing for you to worry about, you must have just bumped it in your sleep.
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:40 pm (UTC)Dude, it's been like this for weeks. WEEKS. At first I thought I'd banged it about, but for weeks? Maybe I keep banging it about. I should consult the knee and see how it feels. There's a branch of holistic therapy for talking to body parts, right?
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:46 pm (UTC)I say talk to the knee, it works for plants so why not people? Just shout and use small words.
HEY KNEE! DUDE! WHAT IS WRONG? STOP!
How's that working for you?
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Date: 2009-07-04 11:30 pm (UTC)I am being stalked by peanut butter ice cream. Weird and somewhat disturbing really.
Happy 4th!
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