*rolls up sleeves*
Will possibly bug you all day long to distract self from evil Sosc paper of DOOM.
So to begin...
I'm fixated on this song
at the moment, both because I'm in the chorus in a production of Medea
on campus and in light of certain DOOM and foreshadowing Bar-wise. Nothing to do with Medea-plot
and doubtful anyone's going to die, but the song clicks for me all the same.
Icon love! Don't let the pigeon drive the bus is my son's favorite bedtime story!
Oh! And putting Cadbury Mini Eggs in the fridge makes them taste even better. (I know, you thought it couldn't be done.)
My lap is full of cold chocolate.
Oooh. I must remember that.
I have lived my life by a simple philosiphy.
"When you take life seriously, it'll take you seriously too. But when you laugh at life, it laughs back."
It works, wonderfully. As long as i keep myself ina humorous frame of mood, absolutely nothign brings me down.
I'm what my friends have oft called "A free spirit." I have absolutely no qualms about just packing up and heading off. I don't let myself be chained by reality. It's a good frame of mind to live in, I feel.
post theme stealer ;_;
I must reply again for using my typical spam posting method, which is to tell a story one comment at a time and use the next icon in my iconset for each.
Or recite a story, anyway.
I have fewer icons than I did when I went to madame_enjolras
' 666 post, though.
Shel Silverstein, a line at a time.
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
STILL ONLY UP TO E.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
I like Potatoes.
Well, I am out of my three poems now, and do not feel like going through more.
I can just continue talking to myself, though.
Why would you do that?
... which I first spelled as "smap".
Here. Have an Angie sex icon, since you're unlikely to get one innna thread with her.
I just popped in to say hello.