rrrrr brains.

[bliumchik]

You know you live in a madhouse when a simple "Actually I think I might wear trousers to the formal, mum" results in your mother trying to euphemistically tell you about the Power of the Great Heterosexual Penis.

You know you belong in one when you find yourself having slashy thoughts about a 1963 Ray Bradbury science fiction novel with an evil carnival in it.

You know you're drunk when you post about these things on livej0urnal, although in my case I'm prettyu sure I'd do this sober.

I wanted to make a drunk voicepost but mel has no miiiicrophoooooone.

Dawn of the Dead. It's um. I really wish that blockbuster had had Shawn of the Dead so we could have had a marathon and not have to go to sleep with the depressing ending in mind.

Why axolotls? I have no idea. But google image search is for the win. Mel is marrying a gherkin...

That is all.

Comments

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

I question whether hitting someone on the head actually constitutes as 'persuasive skills', but thanks for trying I guess.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I guess she's better off getting drunk here than I don't know, in the street with randoms, if that makesyou feel better...?

[ambient-hermes.livejournal.com]

I'll have you know that I'm the epitome of self-control and that I conduct myself with all the integrity of a Victorian maiden, even when inebriated...

Have no idea why you're so worried.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I don't know, some of those Victorian maidens were pretty slippery. Also, does this mean you wear garters?

[iconicmystery.livejournal.com]

*snorts*