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I just noticed that Twist came out on my birthday.
*dies of all the laughing and stuff*
What a great present.
*dies of all the laughing and stuff*
What a great present.
The restless cd needs work. I suddenly conceived of a plan to go to Ireland and join the IRA. This is like when I was a kid and would plan to run off to join the French Foreign Legion. Although I did go far enough on that to find out that it was a real army and that didn't interest me. If I wanted to join a real army - well, America has one of those. I wanted to be a mercenary, rather like Captain Munro in Congo.
It's making me too restless.
I need more hours in the day. I'm so far behind on the things I wanted to do today, do this weekend (for that matter) and I've still gotten loads done. I need to either read, write, or sew tomorrow morning though, in a vain attempt to try to catch up on some of this shit.
Next year for Halloween, I'm getting a poseable skeletal rat and going as Discworld's Death. *snh, snh, snh* Screw this "elaborate costume that I will wear for a matter of hours because I never do anything interesting on Halloween" thing. It's like trying to celebrate New Year's in something other than jeans and a flannel shirt - the phrase "Why bother?" is whispered by everything I pass, up to and including buildings, since all I ever do is go watch the fireworks at the Space Needle.
And the ten paragraphs I just edited out of this post were stupid whining, so I'm off now.
EDIT: I need a real life, okay? Anyone got one handy?
It's making me too restless.
I need more hours in the day. I'm so far behind on the things I wanted to do today, do this weekend (for that matter) and I've still gotten loads done. I need to either read, write, or sew tomorrow morning though, in a vain attempt to try to catch up on some of this shit.
Next year for Halloween, I'm getting a poseable skeletal rat and going as Discworld's Death. *snh, snh, snh* Screw this "elaborate costume that I will wear for a matter of hours because I never do anything interesting on Halloween" thing. It's like trying to celebrate New Year's in something other than jeans and a flannel shirt - the phrase "Why bother?" is whispered by everything I pass, up to and including buildings, since all I ever do is go watch the fireworks at the Space Needle.
And the ten paragraphs I just edited out of this post were stupid whining, so I'm off now.
EDIT: I need a real life, okay? Anyone got one handy?
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