If I'd been born a mere two months and eighteen days earlier then '80s electro-clash on crack in a sane way' would probably be quite a good way to describe me, although I'm not actually on crack. :D
We'd had an argument: or rather, my mother ranted at me for a while about the fact that I didn't have a real job and other people had to and had made no efforts to sort out my life and that I was a failure etcetera etcetera for ten minutes whilst I stayed mostly silent (with the odd acerbic comment). Once she'd stopped I went and carried on mowing the lawn (the results of which might interest you) to get a bit of fresh air and avoid doing anything foolish. A while later she came out and apologised, because my father had pointed out that that morning I had in fact found out the details of a training course that I need to do, chased up a work experience application, been up before seven for my job, got another paper round for the following week, delivered leaflets and run a couple of business errands for him in between. Sometimes letting other people do your communicating for you really does work wonders.
And yes; we have spoken far too seldomly of late. This makes Squire Bimbles sad. *pulls an unhappy face and hopes that the wind doesn't change*
You have got to hear! It's so you in a way that it's XD
I note a possible spelling error in the poem but apart from that, your hobby of greens was delightfully described and soothingly apt. There's a bit more concrit there, but my exhausted brain can't piece the words for it at the moment. Also, thanks for pointing it out. I realise that I am more than 1000 entries behind on my f-page and unless nudged for the occasional look in the past 2 weeks or able to catch time for a peek, I've probably missed out on a lot. Whoopsie.
Also, sometimes having other people communicate for oneself does work wonders indeed. Or not but even then, the end results can be amusing. Like when I lost a mere decorative ring today and somehow, the story became transformed into losing an engagement ring and much nosiness all round in clinic XD
BusybusyBimbly! *squishes him tight, pinches his cheeks and steals his glasses* I've been amassing an army or swans, wallabies and seducing others to my mischief etcetera. Whoo, we've been busy and now I can pass out, heh.
Ooh! Ack! Where? (And I think that that's one of the first times that people have thanked me for my terrible habit of attacking them with genocidal poems. Um. And there's more where that came from. Well. Not genocidal ones, but one's apocalyptical and one is somewhat thematically similar if chronologically misplaced. Er.)
Ooh, that does sound exciting. :D Maybe there's going to be a whip-round? :P
Nono, glasses! Need them to see! Ackno! Although I may very soon be getting contact lenses. Even though am v. v. lazy. Still. I need those to READ LIVE READ. Also, swans are awesome and majestic. Can I have one as a bodyguard?
The possible spelling error is in the line 'Sometimes the result us used' and whenever one tries to point out a typo, it is inevitable to commit the same kind of typo, heh. And my brain is still exhausted because I currently keep misreading even when skimming and distorting spelling and all sorts of hilarious perversions and cockups are created. Possibly because I tried doing some sorting and got somewhere a little *spamspamspam*.
Psst, I like more apocalypse and less broccolipse XD
Nope. If anything, I'm gleeful over Potter wank. That's a big distraction because it's like a latte, although I am a tea person.
*runs around waving glasses* Soft or hard contacts? I have those, but rarely used. Well, we can spare you a swan or 2, considering we amassed more than 30 of them.
We'd had an argument: or rather, my mother ranted at me for a while about the fact that I didn't have a real job and other people had to and had made no efforts to sort out my life and that I was a failure etcetera etcetera for ten minutes whilst I stayed mostly silent (with the odd acerbic comment). Once she'd stopped I went and carried on mowing the lawn (the results of which might interest you) to get a bit of fresh air and avoid doing anything foolish. A while later she came out and apologised, because my father had pointed out that that morning I had in fact found out the details of a training course that I need to do, chased up a work experience application, been up before seven for my job, got another paper round for the following week, delivered leaflets and run a couple of business errands for him in between. Sometimes letting other people do your communicating for you really does work wonders.
And yes; we have spoken far too seldomly of late. This makes Squire Bimbles sad. *pulls an unhappy face and hopes that the wind doesn't change*
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I note a possible spelling error in the poem but apart from that, your hobby of greens was delightfully described and soothingly apt. There's a bit more concrit there, but my exhausted brain can't piece the words for it at the moment. Also, thanks for pointing it out. I realise that I am more than 1000 entries behind on my f-page and unless nudged for the occasional look in the past 2 weeks or able to catch time for a peek, I've probably missed out on a lot. Whoopsie.
Also, sometimes having other people communicate for oneself does work wonders indeed. Or not but even then, the end results can be amusing. Like when I lost a mere decorative ring today and somehow, the story became transformed into losing an engagement ring and much nosiness all round in clinic XD
BusybusyBimbly! *squishes him tight, pinches his cheeks and steals his glasses* I've been amassing an army or swans, wallabies and seducing others to my mischief etcetera. Whoo, we've been busy and now I can pass out, heh.
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Ooh, that does sound exciting. :D Maybe there's going to be a whip-round? :P
Nono, glasses! Need them to see! Ackno! Although I may very soon be getting contact lenses. Even though am v. v. lazy. Still. I need those to READ LIVE READ. Also, swans are awesome and majestic. Can I have one as a bodyguard?
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Psst, I like more apocalypse and less broccolipse XD
Nope. If anything, I'm gleeful over Potter wank. That's a big distraction because it's like a latte, although I am a tea person.
*runs around waving glasses* Soft or hard contacts? I have those, but rarely used. Well, we can spare you a swan or 2, considering we amassed more than 30 of them.
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