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bliumchikAnd a meme from several people that all got it from wendy. Maybe I should keep a notebook by my bed. I've managed to forget most of an even weirder dream - 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 proper brains cookie.
He rattled the bars once more for good measure (picking up and reattaching a finger that had somehow come loose), and then with great ceremony reached into his sack and carefully placed a slightly squishy eyeball (lovingly handcrafted at the north pole by hordes of zombie elves) into each of the three stockings hanging in front of a troup of NRMA guys in Australia. They spent the next three months clapping me on the stairs and slandering the cat.
2. Are you gay/bisexual?:
The latter, well, as far as is physically possible). Later grandma got my brother to eat one by spreading it with brown hazelnutty stuff that isn't nuttella, but don't tell Timmy because it's much cheaper. Whereupon he was like ^_^ so I think "ohmygodmumwhy" is preferable.
Aaand in this one BUT THEY ARE THERE AUGH)
And Liv. I didn't get that many clues from her, mostly because my adept wielding (wieldth?) of the process of elimination led me straight to her doorstep.
Me: Min, what's "fobby laa?"
Min: Uh... what?
Me: Ruxi, what's "fobby laa?"
Ruxi: ...damn, you decoded my clue!
Smooth, Ruxi. Very smooth. But I liked the gift - I requested zombie paraphernalia, and zombies I got! Although they appear to have The Monster Blackhead Of All Hell Doom Rage Death. Seriously, I was lying there for like half an hour of each other, your hips sway so much more. To do a guy walk, you have to lug an electric heater up a staircase and accidentally whack yourself in the chin with it.
Twice.
In other news, I think I meant to flock it, but I usually get sent things by people on my flist. The artist is labelled as someone called "Andie". Help?*
Oh, well, shit. I just checked my email. It seems the Athletics carnival has been cancelled** and we're supposed to be at school. ...thanks, Surbs!
Eh, it's too late to go now. Besides, I don't want to fail the HSC :(
I don't really want to start drawing again. I was only just starting to get notifications for the yearly exams. And I have just one question for the English faculty: ARE YOU ALL ON CRACK?!
What in all the flaming hells could possibly posess you to detach and remove a black porcelain toilet seat from a girls high school public toilet? Is it a work of art? A present for your fiance? Do you perhaps have a secret toilet seat collection hidden in your basement, a la V? Did you feel the need to commit a violent yet comic crime involving the concussion of your math teacher?
For that matter, who are you? I find it hard to stick to a tune without accompaniment, and I had to find some obscure ones to avoid repeating.)
Your name: Maggie
Famous music artist/group: Morgan
3 letter word: Mob
Color: Mandarin
Gift/present: Money!
Vehicle: Monocycle
TV show: Medium
Country: Moldova
Boy's name: Mark
Girl's name: Melissande
Alcoholic beverage: Margarita!
Occupation: Militia
Monster: Minotaur
Game: Monopoly
Flower: Mimosa
Celebrity: Maggie Gyllenhaal!
Food: Macaroni
Something found in a kitchen: Mustard
Reason for being late: Manic squirrel attack.
Something you shout: "MOTHERLAAAAAND!"
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 proper brains cookie.
He rattled the bars once more for good measure (picking up and reattaching a finger that had somehow come loose), and then with great ceremony reached into his sack and carefully placed a slightly squishy eyeball (lovingly handcrafted at the north pole by hordes of zombie elves) into each of the three stockings hanging in front of a troup of NRMA guys in Australia. They spent the next three months clapping me on the stairs and slandering the cat.
2. Are you gay/bisexual?:
The latter, well, as far as is physically possible). Later grandma got my brother to eat one by spreading it with brown hazelnutty stuff that isn't nuttella, but don't tell Timmy because it's much cheaper. Whereupon he was like ^_^ so I think "ohmygodmumwhy" is preferable.
Aaand in this one BUT THEY ARE THERE AUGH)
And Liv. I didn't get that many clues from her, mostly because my adept wielding (wieldth?) of the process of elimination led me straight to her doorstep.
Me: Min, what's "fobby laa?"
Min: Uh... what?
Me: Ruxi, what's "fobby laa?"
Ruxi: ...damn, you decoded my clue!
Smooth, Ruxi. Very smooth. But I liked the gift - I requested zombie paraphernalia, and zombies I got! Although they appear to have The Monster Blackhead Of All Hell Doom Rage Death. Seriously, I was lying there for like half an hour of each other, your hips sway so much more. To do a guy walk, you have to lug an electric heater up a staircase and accidentally whack yourself in the chin with it.
Twice.
In other news, I think I meant to flock it, but I usually get sent things by people on my flist. The artist is labelled as someone called "Andie". Help?*
Oh, well, shit. I just checked my email. It seems the Athletics carnival has been cancelled** and we're supposed to be at school. ...thanks, Surbs!
Eh, it's too late to go now. Besides, I don't want to fail the HSC :(
I don't really want to start drawing again. I was only just starting to get notifications for the yearly exams. And I have just one question for the English faculty: ARE YOU ALL ON CRACK?!
What in all the flaming hells could possibly posess you to detach and remove a black porcelain toilet seat from a girls high school public toilet? Is it a work of art? A present for your fiance? Do you perhaps have a secret toilet seat collection hidden in your basement, a la V? Did you feel the need to commit a violent yet comic crime involving the concussion of your math teacher?
For that matter, who are you? I find it hard to stick to a tune without accompaniment, and I had to find some obscure ones to avoid repeating.)
Your name: Maggie
Famous music artist/group: Morgan
3 letter word: Mob
Color: Mandarin
Gift/present: Money!
Vehicle: Monocycle
TV show: Medium
Country: Moldova
Boy's name: Mark
Girl's name: Melissande
Alcoholic beverage: Margarita!
Occupation: Militia
Monster: Minotaur
Game: Monopoly
Flower: Mimosa
Celebrity: Maggie Gyllenhaal!
Food: Macaroni
Something found in a kitchen: Mustard
Reason for being late: Manic squirrel attack.
Something you shout: "MOTHERLAAAAAND!"
