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I actually used "the Motts" in conversation yesterday and Bee laughed at me and called me a dork. In spoken conversation. She may have a point. But I was speaking to her on the phone at the moment, so I knew she'd get it. In other words, yes, I did indeed call the States yesterday, and for longer than I had expected, but it was worth it.
I should probably do some kind of intro post, but right now I'm exhausted by breathing, so I'll just link to an old one. I have last.fm and twitter too, which I will link to at a later moment in time. I should probably also mention I have a writing filter that is now also my NaNo filter, containing among other things 50k of the NaNo, so if you want to be on it, you can tell me so. If you want off it, you can also tell me and I'll spare you my ramblings.
Moving on. On the upside, I actually made dinner today! Mashed cauliflower. Delicious. On the downside, only slept 5 or so hours, which means I got out of bed at 4am. Yes. Yesterday I woke up at 5. My body does not want me to sleep. Augh. I mean, I don't mind waking up early, but 4am (or rather 3, but I managed to sleep a little more) is ridiculous.
MCR continuing to be awesome and adorable and I haven't closed their blog since yesterday. Bob answering every Twitter EVER! Gerard blogging like a fiend! Ray dorking out about games! MIKEY AND FRANK'S DOGS, GOD. I love their stupid faces.
Have been enjoying the Pete Wentz lyrics meme. It makes for some fascinating poems. Did a few extra for myself, because they were pretty.
Seen it happen to a couple of friends
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Round the curve of the Parrot Bar
There’s a fine, fine line
And I shed my soul, feel it kneeling down
I have seen peace
Waiting for the ticket because you’re looking for the ride
In the time I had you dressed in silhouette
I got something to say
Big salty tears
I wish, I wish I was in New Orleans
Time isn’t telling me a thing
There was a man back in ‘95
We hold in our hearts
I’m alone
I was alone
and
God said don't give me your tin horn prayers
I climb upon my faithful steed
Gotta make a move to a town that’s right for me
Your day breaks
I can hear the bells
Yesterday you were on my back just to get my time
She said
They called us walking corpses
Seemed to stop my breath
Call this a mask, call me strong
It’s true you sold your guitar and bought a car?
I felt the earth on Monday, it moved beneath my feet
Oh, I’m an outsider
I've seen it all, boys
The boys who kiss and bite
There's something in the way you people smell
Need more fic in my life. Need more porn.
I should probably do some kind of intro post, but right now I'm exhausted by breathing, so I'll just link to an old one. I have last.fm and twitter too, which I will link to at a later moment in time. I should probably also mention I have a writing filter that is now also my NaNo filter, containing among other things 50k of the NaNo, so if you want to be on it, you can tell me so. If you want off it, you can also tell me and I'll spare you my ramblings.
Moving on. On the upside, I actually made dinner today! Mashed cauliflower. Delicious. On the downside, only slept 5 or so hours, which means I got out of bed at 4am. Yes. Yesterday I woke up at 5. My body does not want me to sleep. Augh. I mean, I don't mind waking up early, but 4am (or rather 3, but I managed to sleep a little more) is ridiculous.
MCR continuing to be awesome and adorable and I haven't closed their blog since yesterday. Bob answering every Twitter EVER! Gerard blogging like a fiend! Ray dorking out about games! MIKEY AND FRANK'S DOGS, GOD. I love their stupid faces.
Have been enjoying the Pete Wentz lyrics meme. It makes for some fascinating poems. Did a few extra for myself, because they were pretty.
Seen it happen to a couple of friends
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Round the curve of the Parrot Bar
There’s a fine, fine line
And I shed my soul, feel it kneeling down
I have seen peace
Waiting for the ticket because you’re looking for the ride
In the time I had you dressed in silhouette
I got something to say
Big salty tears
I wish, I wish I was in New Orleans
Time isn’t telling me a thing
There was a man back in ‘95
We hold in our hearts
I’m alone
I was alone
and
God said don't give me your tin horn prayers
I climb upon my faithful steed
Gotta make a move to a town that’s right for me
Your day breaks
I can hear the bells
Yesterday you were on my back just to get my time
She said
They called us walking corpses
Seemed to stop my breath
Call this a mask, call me strong
It’s true you sold your guitar and bought a car?
I felt the earth on Monday, it moved beneath my feet
Oh, I’m an outsider
I've seen it all, boys
The boys who kiss and bite
There's something in the way you people smell
Need more fic in my life. Need more porn.