Oct 13, 2006 19:05
Dear most esteemed mother,
Please stop singing Bratja non-stop. I figured my screaming in soul-wrenching agony would have put a stop to this by now, accompanied by the fact that I say 'Ah, thos Elric brothers. Nothing makes me sadder!' at least once a day. That should have been a clue.
I don't even know how you learned all the words but really. No more! I beg you!
Sincerely,
Me
Speaking of which.
Mother: What do you want for dinner?
Me: I might make a hot pocket. You know, from scratch. Out of the box.
Mother: Pocky? Pocky does sound good.
Me: .......*blinks*
I don't know what's going on, but it's kinda exhausting. Especially when topped with all the midterm papers and exams. Ech.
AND OMG I WANT THE NEW ZELDA GAME NOW. KTHNX.
Rambling done with. I'm going to go watch Anastasia and write. Demetri is hot.
life,
strange mum