'he's keeping busy, he's bleeding stones...'
OK, this is getting ridiculous. Two nights in a row I've dreamt about zombies. And I hate zombies. What the hell, brain?
Well, at least tonight I wasn't a zombie, unlike, say, yesterday. But the really pathetic thing is that the whole thing felt like a movie, both times. In my first dream Anthony Hopkins was there (he died in the end. Don't ask), and tonight it was Peta Wilson, of La Femme Nikita fame. Seriously, what the hell, brain?
The only thing I remember clearly was that I had an awesome makeup on in my last dream. Just wish I knew how to do that in real life. Oh, well.
[Seriously, what the hell, brain?]
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I probably should confess that I have now all 24 episodes of True Blood in my hands. IDEK.
Actually, it was totally the result of a guilty trip of sorts. I thought to myself, "hey, you're listening a whole lot of Green Day lately because of Stark Sands. It's an exertion, and you know it. Shouldn't you make a similar effort for Alexander Skarsgård, your second favourite, huh?"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my brain works - when it's not dreaming of zombies, of course.
But I do have high hopes that I'll manage to watch it this time: I've already read five of the books, so I kind of know to expect lameness. And I do like Eric already, even if he's the cliché cool character, but I can deal with clichés when they come in the form of 6'4'' Nordic goodness. I hopethink.
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On related news (kinda): GK Kink Meme. What an awesome idea. There's a whole lot of Brad/Ray prompts in there for my taste, but there's plenty Brad/Nate too, so not all is lost.
Well, at least tonight I wasn't a zombie, unlike, say, yesterday. But the really pathetic thing is that the whole thing felt like a movie, both times. In my first dream Anthony Hopkins was there (he died in the end. Don't ask), and tonight it was Peta Wilson, of La Femme Nikita fame. Seriously, what the hell, brain?
The only thing I remember clearly was that I had an awesome makeup on in my last dream. Just wish I knew how to do that in real life. Oh, well.
[Seriously, what the hell, brain?]
*
I probably should confess that I have now all 24 episodes of True Blood in my hands. IDEK.
Actually, it was totally the result of a guilty trip of sorts. I thought to myself, "hey, you're listening a whole lot of Green Day lately because of Stark Sands. It's an exertion, and you know it. Shouldn't you make a similar effort for Alexander Skarsgård, your second favourite, huh?"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my brain works - when it's not dreaming of zombies, of course.
But I do have high hopes that I'll manage to watch it this time: I've already read five of the books, so I kind of know to expect lameness. And I do like Eric already, even if he's the cliché cool character, but I can deal with clichés when they come in the form of 6'4'' Nordic goodness. I hopethink.
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On related news (kinda): GK Kink Meme. What an awesome idea. There's a whole lot of Brad/Ray prompts in there for my taste, but there's plenty Brad/Nate too, so not all is lost.