"Put Smarties tubes on cats legs, make them walk like a robot."
Two things:
1. Some recs for you guys.
Comment on this journal to receive four famous people to snog, shag, marry and throw off a cliff. toadclubbergave me: Kathryn Prescott, Jennifer Carpenter, Joanna Newsom, Zachary Quinto. (!)
Snog: Kathryn Prescott. What? She is, like, almost a year younger than me but somehow, she still manages to make me feel like a total perv. For that reason, I will only snog (lol) with Kat.
Shag: Jennifer Carpenter. Actually, I think I'd rather fuck Debra, but whatever. And now that I remember she's married to Michael C. Hall. Hmm... interesting.
Marry: Joanna Newsom, obviously. I mean, she's like fucking talented and pretty (see icon!), and she plays the HARP! ♥ How awesome it would be to be married to Joanna Newsom? I imagine that we would live in the mountains or somewhere really far from the civilization. And her father and sister would visit us, and we will camp in the woods and play hippie songs and her dad would try to teach me the constellations or some shit like that and I'd be like "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm from the south so I have no fucking idea what this Ursa thing is. But I know the Supermarket Cart, do you know the Supermarket Cart, sir? Ah, of course you don't. Oh I see, it doesn't exist... technically." And she will write awesome songs about our marriage. You know, like, full of metaphors, that no one but her would understand, and animals mentions, lots of them. AND SHE WILL PLAY THE HARP! That's all I really care about.
Throw off a cliff: I'M SORRY, MR. QUINTO. I like him (I even like his crazy eyebrows), but nothing more. He doesn't make my hormones go all crazy and scream HAAAAAAAAAAAWT every time I see him. Besides, he's very gay.
I should be doing more important things right now, like studying or watching the presidential debate. Uh, whatever.
1. Some recs for you guys.
- Music: "Ambivalence Avenue" by Bibio (pretty, pretty), "The Symphonies: Dreams, Memories & Parties" by Emily Wells (If you are interested, but can't find the albums, tell me and I'll upload them or something.).
- TV: QI(a lovely person uploaded the first four series to Youtube. You can watch it here). I can't even begin to describe how awesome and hilarious this show is. Seriously, is fucking amazing. The panellists are ridiculously funny (Rich Hall and Jo Brand are my favourites), Stephen Fry being Stephen Fry, ALAN DAVIES! who I think is the most adorable and amusing adult EVER. Also, the show is super nerdy and it makes me feel so stupid sometimes, because everything I thought was true turned out to be bullshit (the Earth has five moons, guys. FIVE FUCKING MOONS. Pffft.).
Comment on this journal to receive four famous people to snog, shag, marry and throw off a cliff. toadclubbergave me: Kathryn Prescott, Jennifer Carpenter, Joanna Newsom, Zachary Quinto. (!)
Snog: Kathryn Prescott. What? She is, like, almost a year younger than me but somehow, she still manages to make me feel like a total perv. For that reason, I will only snog (lol) with Kat.
Shag: Jennifer Carpenter. Actually, I think I'd rather fuck Debra, but whatever. And now that I remember she's married to Michael C. Hall. Hmm... interesting.
Marry: Joanna Newsom, obviously. I mean, she's like fucking talented and pretty (see icon!), and she plays the HARP! ♥ How awesome it would be to be married to Joanna Newsom? I imagine that we would live in the mountains or somewhere really far from the civilization. And her father and sister would visit us, and we will camp in the woods and play hippie songs and her dad would try to teach me the constellations or some shit like that and I'd be like "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm from the south so I have no fucking idea what this Ursa thing is. But I know the Supermarket Cart, do you know the Supermarket Cart, sir? Ah, of course you don't. Oh I see, it doesn't exist... technically." And she will write awesome songs about our marriage. You know, like, full of metaphors, that no one but her would understand, and animals mentions, lots of them. AND SHE WILL PLAY THE HARP! That's all I really care about.
Throw off a cliff: I'M SORRY, MR. QUINTO. I like him (I even like his crazy eyebrows), but nothing more. He doesn't make my hormones go all crazy and scream HAAAAAAAAAAAWT every time I see him. Besides, he's very gay.
I should be doing more important things right now, like studying or watching the presidential debate. Uh, whatever.