From Hell's heart I stab at thee, LiveJournal!
OH WHAT THE FUCK I HAD A WHOLE ENTRY AND LJ ATE IT UP. LiveJournal, may you always be asking what the weather's like outside!
It wasn't that great an entry, really; I wished everyone a happy Pi Day, mourned the lack of pie in my apartment (eased by the presence of Mangodesh ice cream in my belly, yum), and nattered on about my current guilty pleasure song. ("Can't Speak French" by Girls Aloud) That whole section is really disposable, except for the part where I examine the song structure: verse, chorus, bridge, chorus, chorus, chorus ad nauseam. Which is utterly ridiculous, and I imagine the group showing up to the recording studio all, "Oh, snap, did the writers forget to finish this song for us? Oh well, let's do it anyway."
Edited to add: Thank God I cntrl-A-cntrl-C'd this, because it posted NOTHING. LiveJournal, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!
It wasn't that great an entry, really; I wished everyone a happy Pi Day, mourned the lack of pie in my apartment (eased by the presence of Mangodesh ice cream in my belly, yum), and nattered on about my current guilty pleasure song. ("Can't Speak French" by Girls Aloud) That whole section is really disposable, except for the part where I examine the song structure: verse, chorus, bridge, chorus, chorus, chorus ad nauseam. Which is utterly ridiculous, and I imagine the group showing up to the recording studio all, "Oh, snap, did the writers forget to finish this song for us? Oh well, let's do it anyway."
Edited to add: Thank God I cntrl-A-cntrl-C'd this, because it posted NOTHING. LiveJournal, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!