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channonyarrow) wrote2007-11-14 08:48 am
channonyarrow) wrote2007-11-14 08:48 am
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AHAHAHA oh idiots, how I love your stupid fucking faces. With this brick. Let me love you long time with this brick that I am holding right now!
(Note: This is in reply to the person who thinks, for some insane reason, that ninety five kids tried to commit suicide at an MCR show in England and yet that...somehow...didn't cause an international freak out, starting with MCR and moving right on to, probably, diplomatic incident +/- Gerard and Lyn-Z divorcing since they're all supposedly pissed-off MSI fans. And it totally didn't hit Google's news page, either, because it was a STEALTH MASS SUICIDE AT A CONCERT. No, I don't know either, except that someone out there needs to set the gullibility back down to a sane level, and whoever started the thread (over on Buzznet, which I sort of think is the root of all evil, once MySpace goes down) needs to get a real life, but on the other hand they probably have proved their point.)
(Note the second: If you're not into MCR and their personal lives, the preceding note makes NO SENSE, but don't worry about that. It makes sense to me, and I am laughing my ass off and that is, always, the important point.)
But the thought of smacking someone in the face with a brick is particularly appealing because I feel like death. Not even death warmed over, just death microwaved for about ten seconds and pulled out of the microwave to gently recollapse like a souffle. Made of botulism.
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graeae's fault, too, because CLEARLY she gave me HER COLD...over the phone. I felt fine when I called, I did not feel fine when I got off the phone! It is her fault!
So! I am miserable and wish to share, and would really really really really prefer to be home in bed, but HAHA ON ME, THAT'S NOT HAPPENING. Because I am, still, insanely, horrifically, unbelievably busy, and the next person who asks me if Christmas is our "slow season" will also get hit with my brick.
Anyway, I had other things to say, but I have forgotten them in the face of my explosive laughter over the thought of mass concert suicide, and now I feel like I'm totally starting the day off right, because everyone who feels like death needs a good laugh.
And what the fuck is up with tags auto-filling? I AM AFRAID NOW. Livejournal: It mainly consists of things I turn off.
(Note: This is in reply to the person who thinks, for some insane reason, that ninety five kids tried to commit suicide at an MCR show in England and yet that...somehow...didn't cause an international freak out, starting with MCR and moving right on to, probably, diplomatic incident +/- Gerard and Lyn-Z divorcing since they're all supposedly pissed-off MSI fans. And it totally didn't hit Google's news page, either, because it was a STEALTH MASS SUICIDE AT A CONCERT. No, I don't know either, except that someone out there needs to set the gullibility back down to a sane level, and whoever started the thread (over on Buzznet, which I sort of think is the root of all evil, once MySpace goes down) needs to get a real life, but on the other hand they probably have proved their point.)
(Note the second: If you're not into MCR and their personal lives, the preceding note makes NO SENSE, but don't worry about that. It makes sense to me, and I am laughing my ass off and that is, always, the important point.)
But the thought of smacking someone in the face with a brick is particularly appealing because I feel like death. Not even death warmed over, just death microwaved for about ten seconds and pulled out of the microwave to gently recollapse like a souffle. Made of botulism.
It's all
graeae's fault, too, because CLEARLY she gave me HER COLD...over the phone. I felt fine when I called, I did not feel fine when I got off the phone! It is her fault!So! I am miserable and wish to share, and would really really really really prefer to be home in bed, but HAHA ON ME, THAT'S NOT HAPPENING. Because I am, still, insanely, horrifically, unbelievably busy, and the next person who asks me if Christmas is our "slow season" will also get hit with my brick.
Anyway, I had other things to say, but I have forgotten them in the face of my explosive laughter over the thought of mass concert suicide, and now I feel like I'm totally starting the day off right, because everyone who feels like death needs a good laugh.
And what the fuck is up with tags auto-filling? I AM AFRAID NOW. Livejournal: It mainly consists of things I turn off.