Mah · pants · are · gone

Plamph. Snigllugack. Nonsense.

Anyway.

Ever done something you knew you would regret later and then wound up not regretting it? I HAVEN'T!

Hahaha! No drunken confessions this time. It worked so well last time. Except for not.

Anyway.

Requests:

I'm lookin' for goooood Supernatural fic recs, 'cause mmmmm. Dean is hot. I made an SPN icon, I just can't find it to upload.

Upload just split off into two wordss and did a fancy figure-eight thingy.

I really have to pee, but I already took all my clothes off in a fit of drunken abandonment.

Should I brave the house naked? No. I'll wear a sheet. That's perfectly acceptable behavior, no?

Sheet togas.

Toga.

Hee. Toga.

Dean is hot.

Also, I am naked.

Does that count as a drunken confession?

Everytime I sleep naked a bunch of guys come to trim the trees next door and my curtains wind up pulled back. Oh well. I'll be wearing a sheet.

I really have to pee.

So, um... I’m back.


Could... I mean, I’ve got lots of stuff to look through, if you find or have done anything you think I’d be interested in, it’d be cool if you pointed me towards it.


I’m dead tired.


It was good though.


I might seem melancholy. Not sure why.

emotikka

Soooo...

Woke up at a reasonable hour today, due to Jury duty duty. Sat on uncomfortable bench for half-an-hour, got up, had my juror badge scanned, went back to sit down, tripped over lady that wouldn't move, fell in front of fifty other people, using my ass to scoot a huge wooden bench about nine inches, leaving just enough space for me to slide miserably to the floor. My bum hurts. Slid quietly back onto the bench. Sat there for another hour, in which I giggled myself silly over a spiffy Roy Orbison in Clingfilm novel, started slashing the bailiff with one of the lawyers, and expounded upon the greatness of taco salad to a lady who didn't speak english. Then, just as I was gonna start slashing the judge with her court reporter she announced that the witnesses for the trial had failed to show, and we were set free. I tripped again, on the way out. Slashable Bailiff kept me from sprawling all over my stupid face. I very nearly sneezed my thanks on his arm. But I had a hanky, and whipped it out in a pathetically dorkish manner just in time.

Sometimes I fail.

Oh well, happy sunny day!

They are Top Gear-related. I made others, that were not, but I've misplaced them.

( Formatting eludes me. Well, not really. But I evade it, because I cannot be bothered. )

Yay hooray! Free to take, as always, and most of them are barely base-worthy anyway, so you can mess around with them as you see fit, no credit needed.

I'm tired. And sore.

I think I broke my finger climbing through Jade's window. I also think I'd be the worst ninja ever.

Are interesting things happening anywhere? Did Earth Day work? Will I wake up in the morning? Or the afternoon? Will my writer's block go away?

I know not!

I go beds now.

I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you all very much. My internet's going in and out.

I've been tired for days. Maybe it's the springtime. Spring hates me.

Goodnight ♥

Okay. First off, have you heard the song Danger! High Voltage! ? 'Cause if you haven't you should, it's hilarious. Although the vid is quite creepy. It's basically the guy from Electric 6 (the ones that do Gay Bar) and Jack White (of the White Stripes and the Raconteurs) saying 'Don't you wanna know why we keep starting fires?' 'It's my desire' and other hilariously pyrocentric goodness.

Where was I?

Oh yes. Well, in my dream, Jeremy and Richard were singing this to each other. Jez had Jack White's part (the part the lady mouths in the vid) and Richard had the other guy's part. Jezza had his afro from way back when, and they were skating around a rink on retro roller skates with a giant mirror ball overhead (which may have also been the Boosh Moon, I'm not sure).

So they were singing to each other and doing a (quite impressive) skating routine, and everytime they touched, sparks would go up and something trivial (caravans and tiny green hemp-clothed environmentalists and the like) would catch on fire, but the flames never lasted long.

Then, all of a sudden, half the disco ball moon fell away and James unfolded from within. It was lowered down with him sitting in it, like a big swing, and Jez and Richard were struck dumb with his beauty.

He had a flowerdy head wreath, and a pink and purple tie-dye shirt on with bellbottoms. Then he started to sing 'Your Song' ala John Barrowman or Ewan McGregor, a proper belter. It was glorious. Richard and Jeremy immediately fell in love with him. Then he got all the way to the rink, and they skated together, and James did this 'leap of faith' thing, and Richard and Jeremy caught him, and it was magnificent, and as they skated away from the rink it went down in flames and they were holding hands.

It was all kinds of awesome.

And then it sort of morphed into the scary Sean Connery dream of doom, and I tried to forget that part.

♥

Goodthings have happened!

I won some money. Then I gave it to Ma to hold so I wouldn’t gamble it. Then she gambled it. Then I won some back. It was all jolly fun. Goodthings. I won lots ‘cause of my ( lucky shoes )

Then I took us all out to dinner, and I had calamari and took some home wif me in a ( squiddy container )

And then I got home and colored ( eggggggggs. )

And then I went to a book store! And I bought a movie. And a book. And it is ( goodthings. )

And then I watched Torchwood ‘cause it finished torrenting and ( oooo creepy )

So if I disappear for seven months and then show up screaming and disfigured, you know what happened. The rift took me ‘cause I’m a pirate.

♥

I'm off for a couple days. I'm travelling to the magical world of casinos in the hope that I'll make enough money never to have to work again.

Gambling is bad, kids, so don't ever do it unless you're using your rich Auntie and Uncle's money, and it was their idea.

Also, I found Peter's Friends on DVD. This makes me happy.

I say also too often. I just know it.

Have fun and don't forget the strike. It starts at midnight GMT, so that's five pm here, not that I have any other friends in my timezone or anything, and goes on for twenty-four hours.

So.

There you go.

I'm off, wish me luck.

♥