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[Nov. 5th, 2009|11:29 pm] |
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Can't talk, IRL is eating me. |
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| i need a mental health day |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
In another exciting edition of 'Stupid Things I Say To My Cat While Petting His Face-Hair Backwards'--->
Me: You're getting very sleepy and hypnotised. You think you are a chicken.
Monkey: ...
Me: And now you think you are a cat. Psyche! You are a cat!
Housemate sitting on the chair next to me: *tactfully does not engage*
Then Monkey bit me. I got a different brand of kibbles this week and it is giving him the rage more than usual. |
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| this is the story of my entire life. |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:18 pm] |
The tram I got on tonight was packed full with people, as is its wont. I was lucky enough to get on early so I got a seat, but three stops later it was a sardines tin, and myself, being placed on the aisle had this girl whose large, rather heavy bag, kept whacking me in the head every time we went a corner.
The problem being here, is that even when I'm getting a potential brain injury, I won't say anything. I am a generally non-confrontational person. Unless I know you very well and am satisfied you won't punch me in the face, I will not say anything that could be construed as terse, let alone raise my voice. So the trip home was going like this:
Girl's bag: *DONK* ... *DONK*
Inner Claire: FUCK YOU!
Outer Claire: *furrows brow slightly*
This was making the trip rather tedious all on its own, but then it culminated in this girl dropping her cell phone on my head. Yep.
DROPPED PHONE. ON HEAD.
And she didn't apologise either. She made an "AHH!" noise, but it was not the noise of "Oh gosh, sorry fellow human!", it was the noise of "Oh gosh!! I hope my phone didn't break when it impacted that skull right there!! I need my numbers for the things!!"
Inner Claire: Yeah, I'm fine actually. Great. You know what, lady? When I get up in a minute, and push past you to get out the door? I am NOT GOING TO APOLOGISE. That's right. I'm going to just push past and--
Outer Claire: "Excuse me, sorry."
Inner Claire: GODDAMN YOU, MOTHER! |
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| I should add that this emailing is taking place while Ren's sitting on the couch in the next room |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) futureperfect: I HATE THE NEW DOCTOR WHO LOGO.
irradiatedsoup: link me? so far everything I know about season five of DW I hate, so I'm sure i'll hate it too.
futureperfect: someone on my flist had linked to a video of it, but of course it's bbc so it's UK-centric, so i googled & found this http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/cult/a180651/new-doctor-who-logo-revealed.html
irradiatedsoup: it matches the shape of matt smith's dough head exactly. how magical.
futureperfect: aww see, you have found something to appreciate about it!
irradiatedsoup: I appreciate that mofty has managed to make every single "new" aspect of it completely repellent to me. and now i sound like one of those fucking old school wankers who think tom baker is a deity, and I feel dirty. >:( i suspect this was his plan all along. WELL, I'M HAPPY FOR YOU MOFTY, BUT FREDDIE FRINZE JNR WAS THE BEST RECTANGULAR DOUGH HEAD OF ALL TIME.
futureperfect: do you think mofty has some kind of checklist of "things to change to piss claire off"? i do. i was going to link you to this picture i saw come up on tumblr where it looks like matt smith is wearing ten's brown pinstripe pants, but then i thought you might shank me. hey you can totally go an hang with old school who & trek fans and bitch about the new kids now!
irradiatedsoup: no. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|01:31 pm] |
Under the deal, Mr Hulls will allow church groups to continue discriminating on the grounds of sex, sexuality, marital and parental status and gender identity. But they will be unable to discriminate on the basis of race, disability, age, physical features, political beliefs or activity, or breastfeeding.
WELL, THANK GOD YOU CAN'T DISCRIMINATE ON THE BASIS OF POLITICAL BELIEFS! GENDER? WHATEVER! BUT OUR POLITICAL BELIEFS ARE SAFE! THANK YOU MR HULLS! |
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| old meme, new meme, old meme, old meme |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|10:04 pm] |
The cure to my in[sane]digestion is apparently, coke. As in, the cola. I'm not lying. This is a public service announcement! This morning I woke up in pain at about 5.30am, chugged back a can of coke, went back to bed and slept like a hungry, angry baby. For another 45 minutes or so. Work mornings are early. :(
There is something so very wrong with how my body works. Or how it apparently doesn't work without that particular trademarked food group. That's what happens when it's the only thing you drink I suppose. That, and diabetes. When I die in three years of cola-induced lung paralysis the Herald Sun will quote this entry in an article, so make sure you comment right now and make it sound like I'm young and promising, with the whole world in front of me(!), and that you like me a lot.
Speaking of people who like me a lot, just before I serenaded Monkey with his favourite song. You know, the song! The song that goes: "I'm fluffing your hair baaaaaackwards!! You like it when I'm fluffing your hairbaaa-Ow!"
MEEM cont.
01 | a song
02 | a picture
03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
04 | a site
05 | a youtube clip
06 | a quote
07 | whatever tickles your fancy
( I have TWO pictures for you, actually. With four prettiests. ) |
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| bleh bleh bleh johnny deppah |
[Sep. 21st, 2009|11:49 pm] |
Today, as I was sitting on the tram, with a band warbling in my ears about being Dead!, and the paint-scented man sitting across from me picking his nose with some decided fervour and me not throwing up, I had a thought. And that thought was that, eventually, if you spend long enough on the 57 tram you just stop flinching at stuff like that, or like, hobos smoking your cigarette butts, or peeing on your bins. You get all hardened and pointy, like snot that's dried up on the side of someones pants. Or a bit that sticks in your nose and is a little bit sharp and it hurts when you try to blow it out. That's a metaphor.
I also had the thought (at around the same time) that I should throw out my leftover chow mein.
You can defriend me now.
Howsit, flist? I would like to update you all on my exciting life, but basically, I made a cake on the weekend and I put coffee in it. And on the days I wasn't on the weekend I was at work. And the spaces inbetween involved watching Mad Men*, vidding Twotchwoo, and writing BSGbigbang. That's kind of it.
Here is a meme everyone is doing. Blah blah seven days etc.
01 | a song
02 | a picture
03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
04 | a site
05 | a youtube clip
06 | a quote
07 | whatever tickles your fancy
I Think It's Going to Rain Today (Cover) -- Claudine Longet.
She's french, I think. Sometimes when she says RAIN it sounds like WEEN and I giggle. French accents make everything funny, don't they? It's like in that "romantic" "comedy" movie with Meg Ryan and Ferris Bueller playing two creepy stalkers who who fall in love, and the old french boyfriend keeps telling people 'he'll rape their skull(!)', and we laugh and laugh and laugh, because it just sounds so funny! HA! HA ! HA! French people and their non-consensual skullfucking ways!
You can really defriend me now.
It is raining and I can hear it, which is a rare thing in the catcave so I think I shall away to Bedfordshire. This weather is perfect for cuddling up under blankets with my little furry turtle**.
*I love Joan so much, but Don Draper and his stupid bryl creamed head and pastede on depth can basically suck my ween.
**Not a euphemism! I got him from the gift store at the aquarium! |
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| make sure to w and to have cake |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|03:55 pm] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VISSITY, ILU, HERES TO MANY MORE YEARS OF WAYAN BROTHERS MOVIES, そしてもっとたくさんの優秀な機能およびマレットがあるライヴ・アクションの日本製アニメ
Many happy birthday wishes also to: andraste_oz. <3 |
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| do we know a geta? |
[Sep. 12th, 2009|08:06 pm] |
*paddles about in this post a bit* [link contains spoilers for Felix Gaeta's arcs, all seasons]
You know what never fails to amaze me, but really shouldn't? That there are actual people out there that truly, angrily hate Felix for [spoiler]. I sort of get it, in theory, but I also feel a bit like shaking them and shouting "DID YOU EVEN GO TO THIS SCHOOL WATCH ANY OF THE EPISODES? Or did you just open your eyes when you heard explosions?" I mean, for godssakes he didn't even rape-spray anyone.
I can understand not adoring him utterly--- wait no, I can't. Nevermind!
Today was sunny and windy, and frighteningly summer-like, and I got out of bed around lunchtime, lazed about, and then I went to the Bookshoppe to harrass my girls for abit. Then I went across to Minotaur and there was a Death Note hoodie for eighty-five bucks and I was like, 'Well, I'm not paying that much, not even ~I'm that pathetic!' And then I stared at and coveted it for half an hour. Also, apparently the engdub of L: Change The World is out also, which I put off buying, but only temporarily, because good lord, an entire movie with Kenichi Matsuyama's adorable face and Alessandro Juliani's adorable voice? I don't care how bad it apparently is, I need it to live.
I also need food to live so I should probably cook my tea. It's past eight pm now and all I've had today thus far is a Yogo and a fizzy juice (I was busy! After Minotaur I did two loads of washing, two nights worth of dishes, changed two lightbulbs AND cleaned my room! I'm fucking SUPERWOMAN!). The housemate is putting on the foozeball, so I am going to eyeball her scornfully momentarily for liking sports, and then and plug in my earpods, and then I think perhaps chicken and cauliflower pasta is in order.
Or maybe risotto. Either way, now that my lightbulbs are changed I don't have to cook in the dark with the scented candle I got for my birthday anymore! I am way more excited about this than any normal person should be. |
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