August 18th, 2007


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Conversations with enderfem and chemokitty tend to devolve into an endless cycle of:

"Your mom [does/like/is] [x]."
"Yeah she [does/is]."

And gigglefits all around.

I am not complaining, mind you.

We watched the new Hairspray. Which was adorable. A note: "Ooooh, interracial bondage knifeplay scene! Hey, I'm doing that next month."

I love my friends and want to bring them back to Boston with me.

EDIT: Also:

* I think in lolcat now. I just toddled across the kitchen toward the baked goods and thought to myself, "I can has cupcake?"

* Due to the preponderance of pompous bird-themed streets in my parents' neighborhood, felisdemens has taken to calling this house Stately Ravensnatch Manor. And now so have I.

* I cannot wait for felisdemens's NDA to run out. Because she is going to have some freakin' hilarious posts. (Not that she doesn't already. Papa Bear's junk...)

* I might be having breakfast with my childhood best friend tomorrow. *crosses fingers*
Dancer/Holy Ground - by Iroshi

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'The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.'

Jack Kerouac, ON THE ROAD

I'm on my way home.

I missed you.