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You learn something new every day, they tell me, and I guess they're right, even if I did learn three things on Saturday and nothing yesterday.
1. The world has someone, a genius of staggering intellect, who feels that a void in retail is the lack of mirror ball garlands, and this genius, with their powerful mind and compassion for humanity, has chosen to address this problem, with conveniently-sized mirror ball garlands. I bought three. I have not done anything with them yet, but that is because they are so awesome that hanging them anywhere would overwhelm with awesome.
2. Another genius makes spats! I am wearing said spats. I don't know what the fuck they were for originally, but let me tell you, my ankles are warm and dry, and on a day like today, that's not to be sneezed at. Also, they make my mother think I am insane.
3. I am never going to another 21+ show ever again in my life. Pat Monahan turned out to be a surprisingly good showman, despite having the most ridiculous voice ever (seriously,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
graeae, remember how funny we thought Gerard's voice was at that concert? Yeah, this one was funnier. This was the John Cleese of voices.) so of course the whirling vortex of suck came from the audience.
3-sub-1. There is no planet on which it is appropriate to intentionally slap someone on the back of the head, after digging your fingers into their ribs several times, at a concert. Seriously. If it hadn't been for the whole police and being arrested thing and that I was there for a birthday gift, not on my own recognisance, and I was not the person being so honoured, I would have punched her. It was the namby-pamby look of totally fake innocence that made me want to, far more than any sort of insult offered by being stabbed in the ribs and slapped in the head did.
3-sub-2. I am not actually homophobic, if anyone at the Showbox was interested in knowing this. I simply have a problem with having my face stroked by people that drunk. And no, drunk lady, I do not love you, because you are so drunk you are falling over. Is it reasonable to assume that making passes at people when you are so drunk you can't stand up will not get your offer accepted? Yes it is!
But I'm sorry if you have bruises. I get flaily when people I don't know try to touch me. Screaming at you didn't seem to help, either. Possibly this was because you were so drunk that all you could do was ask my niece why I didn't love you?
Also: my parents gave me booze for my birthday, and I still hate everyone I hated last week, but I kind of no longer give a shit. I'm in the bear-trap stage of anger, the one where you wait for someone to contact you again in any way at all, and then you rip their leg off and beat them to death with it. In my world, that's pretty zen.
And I have a ninja pumpkin mr potatohead kit. I need a pumpkin, like, now.
1. The world has someone, a genius of staggering intellect, who feels that a void in retail is the lack of mirror ball garlands, and this genius, with their powerful mind and compassion for humanity, has chosen to address this problem, with conveniently-sized mirror ball garlands. I bought three. I have not done anything with them yet, but that is because they are so awesome that hanging them anywhere would overwhelm with awesome.
2. Another genius makes spats! I am wearing said spats. I don't know what the fuck they were for originally, but let me tell you, my ankles are warm and dry, and on a day like today, that's not to be sneezed at. Also, they make my mother think I am insane.
3. I am never going to another 21+ show ever again in my life. Pat Monahan turned out to be a surprisingly good showman, despite having the most ridiculous voice ever (seriously,
graeae, remember how funny we thought Gerard's voice was at that concert? Yeah, this one was funnier. This was the John Cleese of voices.) so of course the whirling vortex of suck came from the audience.3-sub-1. There is no planet on which it is appropriate to intentionally slap someone on the back of the head, after digging your fingers into their ribs several times, at a concert. Seriously. If it hadn't been for the whole police and being arrested thing and that I was there for a birthday gift, not on my own recognisance, and I was not the person being so honoured, I would have punched her. It was the namby-pamby look of totally fake innocence that made me want to, far more than any sort of insult offered by being stabbed in the ribs and slapped in the head did.
3-sub-2. I am not actually homophobic, if anyone at the Showbox was interested in knowing this. I simply have a problem with having my face stroked by people that drunk. And no, drunk lady, I do not love you, because you are so drunk you are falling over. Is it reasonable to assume that making passes at people when you are so drunk you can't stand up will not get your offer accepted? Yes it is!
But I'm sorry if you have bruises. I get flaily when people I don't know try to touch me. Screaming at you didn't seem to help, either. Possibly this was because you were so drunk that all you could do was ask my niece why I didn't love you?
Also: my parents gave me booze for my birthday, and I still hate everyone I hated last week, but I kind of no longer give a shit. I'm in the bear-trap stage of anger, the one where you wait for someone to contact you again in any way at all, and then you rip their leg off and beat them to death with it. In my world, that's pretty zen.
And I have a ninja pumpkin mr potatohead kit. I need a pumpkin, like, now.
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Honeychile, you know I'd always love art. I don't currently have a pairing that I'd be really cool with having illustrated, being that I'm completely obsessed with rps, and part of me still thinks that's totally icky icky wrong bad and I will undoubtedly at some point MEET MCR and be all "OMG THAT FIC WAS TOTALLY RIGH-*facepalm*".
That said, if you really want to do it, I'd be completely down with MCR gen, or, really, anything you wanted to illustrate for me. If you've got the time and the want, hells yeah. *snuggle*
I get to do that, because I'm me.
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I'm like 99% sure, but if I do art about some thing and I end up making something you don't know/like, well I'd feel stupid :P
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*headsmack*
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