MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PULL THE LEVER, IGOR!
Aug. 7th, 2008 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikHOLY SHIT THUNDER SHIT IT'S RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Wheeeeeeeeeeee. Shit. I thought somebody dropped a bomb on us, forreal! This is MASSIVE. There isn't even that much rain, the sky is just fucking THROWING A MASSIVE HISSY FIT AT US.
Ahahahahaha.
Meanwhile, I fixed my guitar! That feels so much better. Also taught Lily the chords to some of my songs so she can accompany me for an event of which I shall speak more in this journal at a later date because I have to go audition for the theatresports team in half an hour.
I... WHY did I just get a fleeting urge to write fanfiction for... a PASTA ADVERTISEMENT? Okay, this dude is going around Italy getting amazing pasta recipes out of people blah blah authentic blah, and he keeps having to seduce these old fat women for their pasta, and the last house a young hottie appears but then the guy's "yessss" is foiled by the sudden appearance over her shoulder of her presumably husband? in an apron with a rolling pin. And he sort of winks at the pasta-quest guy. Badum-tssh, fade to black with earnest endorsement of product by voiceover.
And then the part of my brain that spends TOO MUCH TIME OH GOD on the internet said "so threesome?"
Ahahaha IN OTHER NEWS.
I'm also writing a snarky rant about unnecessary scenting of random products, inspired by my handy dandy make-up removing moist towelettes. There is NO GOOD REASON why something I am using to wipe excess gunk off my face should smell like it has been pissed on by some sort of mutant citrus creature! If I wanted to smell lemons, I would go and get a lemon, and then I would SMELL IT.
*cough*
Hee, lightniiiiiiiiing.
Wheeeeeeeeeeee. Shit. I thought somebody dropped a bomb on us, forreal! This is MASSIVE. There isn't even that much rain, the sky is just fucking THROWING A MASSIVE HISSY FIT AT US.
Ahahahahaha.
Meanwhile, I fixed my guitar! That feels so much better. Also taught Lily the chords to some of my songs so she can accompany me for an event of which I shall speak more in this journal at a later date because I have to go audition for the theatresports team in half an hour.
I... WHY did I just get a fleeting urge to write fanfiction for... a PASTA ADVERTISEMENT? Okay, this dude is going around Italy getting amazing pasta recipes out of people blah blah authentic blah, and he keeps having to seduce these old fat women for their pasta, and the last house a young hottie appears but then the guy's "yessss" is foiled by the sudden appearance over her shoulder of her presumably husband? in an apron with a rolling pin. And he sort of winks at the pasta-quest guy. Badum-tssh, fade to black with earnest endorsement of product by voiceover.
And then the part of my brain that spends TOO MUCH TIME OH GOD on the internet said "so threesome?"
Ahahaha IN OTHER NEWS.
I'm also writing a snarky rant about unnecessary scenting of random products, inspired by my handy dandy make-up removing moist towelettes. There is NO GOOD REASON why something I am using to wipe excess gunk off my face should smell like it has been pissed on by some sort of mutant citrus creature! If I wanted to smell lemons, I would go and get a lemon, and then I would SMELL IT.
*cough*
Hee, lightniiiiiiiiing.
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Date: 2008-08-07 05:12 am (UTC)Yay for working guitar!
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Date: 2008-08-07 12:54 pm (UTC)It could be that you've summoned God's wrath thusly.
I worry about you sometimes, I do.
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Date: 2008-08-07 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-08 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-09 05:58 am (UTC)