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1/18/11 04:43 am

While waking up with low blood sugar is generally no fun, I do rather enjoy the resulting 4am binge on caramel chocolate, ice cream, sugar cookies and ginger beer. ah well, back to sleep for three more hours. Night!

12/20/10 01:02 am - rhyming is hard

Ambrella: What rhymes with know?
Sookie Stackhouse: bow.
Sumimasen: slow
RaShayRitto: snow
Sookie Stackhouse: sew.
RaShayRitto: blow
Sookie Stackhouse: go.
Sumimasen: you would.
Naughty Dog: Pillow
Ambrella: Lol.
Naughty Dog: Snow
RaShayRitto: fro
RaShayRitto: afro
Sookie Stackhouse: ho.
Eric Northman: d'oh!
Eric Northman: row
Sookie Stackhouse: moe.
Eric Northman: glow
RaShayRitto: bow
Sumimasen: woah
RaShayRitto: beau
Sookie Stackhouse: bow
Ambrella: Stop!
Eric Northman: crow
Naughty Dog: show
Ambrella: I used bow
RaShayRitto: know
RaShayRitto: no
Naughty Dog: glow
Sookie Stackhouse: faux
Eric Northman: stow
Ambrella: SHUTUP
RaShayRitto has been frozen by FlashD
Sumimasen: yo
Eric Northman: toe
Naughty Dog: ok
Sookie Stackhouse has been frozen by FlashD
Ambrella: Lol :D
Sumimasen has been frozen by FlashD
Ambrella pokes all the ice-sculptures

11/17/10 03:57 pm - A few of my favourite things...

mini_twilight asked what my favourite smell was.

my favourite smell is wet tarmac in the sun. if the sun is too hot, it makes me feel a bit queasy, but if the clouds are gone and the sun is out, and the rain is just starting to evaporate, that's one of my favourite smells.

11/17/10 11:50 am

Comment on this post asking me what my favourite 'something' is. Favourite film, song, video game, book, food, whatever! And I will make a new post with a picture and a short description for each of my favourite things.

11/17/10 01:43 am - stolen from the cabbit

The "Be Pete Wentz " Poetry Meme works thusly:

1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle.
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.

*Bonus Points For Guessing All 21 Songs*

Uno, Dos, Tres, Catorce! - lemonflav_lopfe

Isn't it strange? Feels like I'm looking in the mirror,
I don't know who trust, no surprise, - mini_twilight
Torch the moon, burn the schools, - mini_twilight
The city streets are wet with rain tonight.

Unlearn me,
There's a man goin' round, takin' names, - el_gremmo
End of passion play, crumbling away,
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange. - el_gremmo

You know we try to make you understand,
I know things are getting tougher when you can't get top off the bottom of the barrel,
They see me mowin', my front lawn, - mini_twilight
I touched you once too often, now I don't know who I am.

Passive fields, January two thousand and twelve,
Lay down, sleep my little darling, I'll be nothing when you're gone,
I'm a great lyricist, I can write words like this,
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done.

11/16/10 01:39 am

what. i dunno. can't sleep.

11/14/10 03:23 am - still shakin'

70 days have passed since our 7.1 magnitude shake struck. it's been relatively quiet for the last three or four days, but this evening we had a 4.7 aftershock, reminding us that we aren't done yet. This is the 2911th aftershock we've had. If the energy from all the shakes were combined, it would be equal to that of 670 kilo-tonnes of TNT being detonated.

There are still lamp-posts at weird angles all over the city, cracks and shifts, rises and dips in roads. Various detours are still in place, there are still warnings of rivers being contaminated, and there are still buildings being taken down, or awaiting demolition. Damage from the quake has cost insurers over $1.5bn so far.

This is far from over.

11/2/10 09:40 pm - if you want. fill it out for me.

01. Your middle name, or explain your chosen name:
02. Mental age:
03. Single or taken:
04. Favorite book:
05. Favorite song or album:
06. What do you believe is your calling in life? Your greatest passion?
07. What's your worst recurring nightmare/biggest fear?
08. Faith, has you any? And if so, what, and if not, why not?:
09. Do we know each other outside of LJ? Do we want to?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you tell me something painful if it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes what are they?
17. What is your favorite food?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Gender identity?
26. Affectionate/sexual orientation?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

11/2/10 09:07 pm - A story brodystfu and I wrote

Once upon a time there was a beautiful young goblin called Sharia. Every day, she would get gang banged by the other goblins, because she really wanted to have a baby. but sometimes, this really big goblin who had a tiny peen, was the most fertile goblin in the land, but he had a problem finding Sharia attractive so, he would put a paper bag over her head and do her from behind so he could think about someone else.

Sharia thought this was really rude, so she would often complain about how she didn't have anyone who loved her for her, and not the sperm spongel she had become, so she would often write poetry that explored the black miasma of her soul, and wear a dark veil. the big goblin didn't really care though as long as he was getting his daily dose of crack Sharia paid him with. But then one day, a beautiful human girl stumbled into the goblin village and the big goblin who's name was allegedly Humpherbuert thought she was a bit of alright.

he was afraid that the human girl would be terrified by his shriveled goblin peen, so he went to the internet to look for ways to make his goblin peen bigger. he found what he was looking for, so he called up Rashay and asked him for one of his certified Peen Pumpadoohickies. When he got his Pumpadoohicky, he was so excited he came in his pants, and then he put on some new pants and went out to look for the human girl. he found her asleep in a clearing outside the goblin village. he went over to her still form and shook her violently awake. she screamed and he said 'HELLO MY NAME IS ALLEGEDLY HUMPHERBUERT!".

she let out another loud scream and then he came in his pants again. The girl saw this and fainted. allegedly humpherbuert saw his chance. he came in his pants again, and then got so upset he went and got piss drunk and banged that other girl we were talking about earlier. The other girl didn't orgasm, and he once again came in less than 30 seconds, so then he stole Sharia's journal and wrote some of his own emo poetry about how they will call him 30 second allegedly humpherbuert if the rest of the village finds out about it. he then ran home crying and dropped the journal in the middle of the village square.

the next day the human girl read it, and got super excited, and decided that she wanted to hunt down this disgusting gross fat ugly goblin and teach him a thing or two about cossack dancing. she searched everywhere in the village but eventually she followed the sound of his goblin crying howls to the clearing where she had been accosted the night before. she said 'hello allegedly, my name is what the fuck is a cossack um its a russian dance okay don't break the combo C-C-COMBO BREAKER

the end

arbitrary paragraphs added for readability. if you can call it that.

10/7/10 11:53 am

seeing as at least three four of you are totally obsesssed with doctor who, this is for you:

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