Sing "Who's that Lady?"
Friday, May 14th, 2004 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
basildestinySo, I've decided to get myself back on a semi-normal sleeping schedule that I'll just forgo sleeping today and get back to it tomorrow. Of course, I am now completely slap-happy. This is apparent by the way that I am once again talking to myself. I have been unemployed for exactly one month now and today is the first day I've actually started talking to myself. I got my walking papers for April 22, but I hadn't worked since April 14th or 16th I can't recall properly right now.
Hooray for Andromeda-Francis and Narcissa-Severus drama. I laughed, I cried, I pissed my pants. Evan Rosier is indeed a very bad boy who will not listen to a damn thing I have to say. He says there is only one woman who has that power over him. I'm trying not to wake him up right now as he's finally stopped talking in my head. This is what happens when you give someone the life motto of "Life is temporary."
A few side notes or hints on life:
Be wary of bird-flies. They will attack you. Or if you are dressed as a whore, they will become seduced by you and impregnate you (or your computer) and baby bird-flies will take over your home.
When getting drunk, do not eat food beforehand. Otherwise your alcohol tolerance will make this drunken endeavor a costly adventure.
When singing to your favorite song and you suddenly realize that you either can't carry a tune or you can't carry a tune to this song because it is all wrong for you, simply turn the volume up. As a side note, this does not work well if you plan on ever standing in front of Simon Cowell. He will berate you unmercifully. Randy will do the same because he likes Simon but won't admit it. And you will be left with Paula Abdul consoling your sad ego.
I like the song Love Train. It conjures images not of peace and people uniting, but rather that A&W root beer commercial with the guy in the NYC sub station playing with the power switch. Everyone should dance like that guy. Start a love train! I don't even like A&W root beer!
Try not to get too involved with your characters. If you breathe too much life into them, the ingrateful buggers won't listen to a word you have to say and you will be too attached to do anything about it. And before you know it, you've got a Death Eater in love with a future Auror with the feelings appearing to be mutual even after you've explained to the Death Eater that he will die. Even when you tell them that Shakespeare was much better at writing this kind of stuff than you are.
Start a love train.
Wear sunscreen.
Speak in an original manner. Not like Bjork.
The joke OR Scrubs is quite funny even though it is corny.
That sunscreen song is funny and yet insightful.
There. I'm finished trying to funny in my idiocy. For I am an idiot. But I am glad to see that I have followed the directions in that sunscreen song. For I do dance and I do look like a fucking dumb ass doing it. And NO, I do not refer to when I am playing DDR. For I look fucking awesome playing DDR! But I do look like a fucking moron dancing in my room. Also, I know the remedy to looking at beauty magazines making you feel ugly, but maybe its too mean to put in my journal?
I feel like sleeping right now. I won't though.
I taste like blue
~Bas
Hooray for Andromeda-Francis and Narcissa-Severus drama. I laughed, I cried, I pissed my pants. Evan Rosier is indeed a very bad boy who will not listen to a damn thing I have to say. He says there is only one woman who has that power over him. I'm trying not to wake him up right now as he's finally stopped talking in my head. This is what happens when you give someone the life motto of "Life is temporary."
A few side notes or hints on life:
Be wary of bird-flies. They will attack you. Or if you are dressed as a whore, they will become seduced by you and impregnate you (or your computer) and baby bird-flies will take over your home.
When getting drunk, do not eat food beforehand. Otherwise your alcohol tolerance will make this drunken endeavor a costly adventure.
When singing to your favorite song and you suddenly realize that you either can't carry a tune or you can't carry a tune to this song because it is all wrong for you, simply turn the volume up. As a side note, this does not work well if you plan on ever standing in front of Simon Cowell. He will berate you unmercifully. Randy will do the same because he likes Simon but won't admit it. And you will be left with Paula Abdul consoling your sad ego.
I like the song Love Train. It conjures images not of peace and people uniting, but rather that A&W root beer commercial with the guy in the NYC sub station playing with the power switch. Everyone should dance like that guy. Start a love train! I don't even like A&W root beer!
Try not to get too involved with your characters. If you breathe too much life into them, the ingrateful buggers won't listen to a word you have to say and you will be too attached to do anything about it. And before you know it, you've got a Death Eater in love with a future Auror with the feelings appearing to be mutual even after you've explained to the Death Eater that he will die. Even when you tell them that Shakespeare was much better at writing this kind of stuff than you are.
Start a love train.
Wear sunscreen.
Speak in an original manner. Not like Bjork.
The joke OR Scrubs is quite funny even though it is corny.
That sunscreen song is funny and yet insightful.
There. I'm finished trying to funny in my idiocy. For I am an idiot. But I am glad to see that I have followed the directions in that sunscreen song. For I do dance and I do look like a fucking dumb ass doing it. And NO, I do not refer to when I am playing DDR. For I look fucking awesome playing DDR! But I do look like a fucking moron dancing in my room. Also, I know the remedy to looking at beauty magazines making you feel ugly, but maybe its too mean to put in my journal?
I feel like sleeping right now. I won't though.
I taste like blue
~Bas
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Date: 2004-05-14 09:47 am (UTC)They don't listen! They are so mean. And demented. Demented!! I forgot to mention that he thinks it is poetic that she kills him. Shakespeare. Doesn't he realize Shakespeare? I will digress a little since it's not so bad today. He finally did shut up and I'm still not waking him.