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You know, I think my brain was damaged seriously today. Too seriously.
Elza got our discs. The takkitsu ones, covers A and B. And she decided what? To call me? No, first she wrote a message to make ME call her. Then she ignored her cellphone completely while I was suffering all the way at my workplace. I had just enough time to inderstand that I'll never manage to meet with her till Saturday (IT'S THREE DAYS!) and thus I won't be able to lay a hand on my discs.
And right when this depressing thought calmed me down, she decided to pick up her phone. Like whoa.
I don't know why she does that. But always always ALWAYS when we're talkin' about some JE stuff on phone, she ends up describing the clothes. All those feathers, straps, glare, sequins and 30 meters of crimson red curtain lace. All at once. And she's giggling endlessly, and she's so happy and she wants to share the feeling, it's so intense and needy that I try to imagine that certain costume she's describing, and it's impossible for a person without some serious psycological disorder to imagine a JE costume the way JE costume designers put it with all that tiny detailes and sparkling... idn! how do we call stuff Takizawa puts on his pants?
And the way she describes it! How they sang Crazy Rainbow, how Tsu danced, how he actually hugged Tsukada (and she confuses him with Totsuka), how she talks talks talks constantly about little juniors all in white costumes, so small and so cute. And how she moans (face it, you MOANED) "Kitayama~~" right in my ear. I thought I'd die.
Then she hungs up on me and starts traumatizing other people, and I start traumatizing other people, 'cos we are pretty much the same, and I definitely would not be able to survive alone. The world is spinning.
And I end up seriously damaged. My brains hurt, my chin hurts from constant laughing, I'm crying from smiling too much and people start looking strangely at me at the end (I'm still at the workplace, remember?). And I type loooooo~ng English sentences in Russian.
Damn you, Elza! I seriously hate you.
Call me. I want details. ♥
Elza got our discs. The takkitsu ones, covers A and B. And she decided what? To call me? No, first she wrote a message to make ME call her. Then she ignored her cellphone completely while I was suffering all the way at my workplace. I had just enough time to inderstand that I'll never manage to meet with her till Saturday (IT'S THREE DAYS!) and thus I won't be able to lay a hand on my discs.
And right when this depressing thought calmed me down, she decided to pick up her phone. Like whoa.
I don't know why she does that. But always always ALWAYS when we're talkin' about some JE stuff on phone, she ends up describing the clothes. All those feathers, straps, glare, sequins and 30 meters of crimson red curtain lace. All at once. And she's giggling endlessly, and she's so happy and she wants to share the feeling, it's so intense and needy that I try to imagine that certain costume she's describing, and it's impossible for a person without some serious psycological disorder to imagine a JE costume the way JE costume designers put it with all that tiny detailes and sparkling... idn! how do we call stuff Takizawa puts on his pants?
And the way she describes it! How they sang Crazy Rainbow, how Tsu danced, how he actually hugged Tsukada (and she confuses him with Totsuka), how she talks talks talks constantly about little juniors all in white costumes, so small and so cute. And how she moans (face it, you MOANED) "Kitayama~~" right in my ear. I thought I'd die.
Then she hungs up on me and starts traumatizing other people, and I start traumatizing other people, 'cos we are pretty much the same, and I definitely would not be able to survive alone. The world is spinning.
And I end up seriously damaged. My brains hurt, my chin hurts from constant laughing, I'm crying from smiling too much and people start looking strangely at me at the end (I'm still at the workplace, remember?). And I type loooooo~ng English sentences in Russian.
Damn you, Elza! I seriously hate you.
Call me. I want details. ♥