Fire The Magazine, Boys, & Up We Go!
Fuck! Wank bugger damn shit bugger bugger bugger! Oi. Where is that monkey, I really need to bloody damn shoot something. Or blow something up. It would be extremly fun right now. And unlike most of you, I don't mean that lightly. If given a pistol about now, I'd shoot a hole through a fucking wall.
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Fifteen men on a Dead Man's Chest
Yo Ho Ho & a bottle of rum
Drink & the Devil had done for the rest
Yo Ho Ho & a bottle of rum
The Mate was fixed by the Bosun's pike
The Bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo Ho Ho & a bottle of rum
I feel much better. Aye, better than I did up there *points* and better from the sick shit, but still sick. Bleh. Ye must love some Treasure Island though. *le sigh* Yes, I do love pirates aside from those in a certain movie with a certain captain whom I oft find myself distracted by. Pirate fetishing is distracting, after all. The historical ones are just as lovely really, just with a bit more grime...and not all of them have glorious cheekbones, but can't win 'em all, can we? Really not with me right now, I'm fucking going out of my mind. Ev'rything is making me go damn INSANE. Infants. *scoffs* They don't like pirates. Little boys are supposed to like pirates! It's a damn law, I swear it. But no, of course not, he wants to whine and watch fucking musicals. But I won't let him. So it appears he's vowed to torture me by doing everything he's not supposed to and everytime he bumps into something a sich he starts crying. I absolutely despise that sound. And I don't mean it just irritates me. I personally think it's the most aggravating sound on the face of the earth. Worse than really bad singing, and nails on a chalkboard, and bad falsettos, and all. It makes me want to claw my fucking ears out, that's what it does. I hate children. Really. Things crashing and cannons seems to be my only solace, actually. I think the sound's one of the best, myself. Cannon fire. I think I have disturbed hearing preferences.
But some good news! I can scream! Oh believe me, I've had to. The lad seems to like standing on the sofa, where a large framed mirror is hanging, and pick it off the wall and bang it down again like it's a damn door knocker. Not only is it extremly annoying, he'll knock it down on his head, and get himself completely shredded with broken glass, which wouldn't actually be a good thing. But, you know I'm just irritatable I think.
Two and a half weeks of being sick and sexually frustrated doesn't equal good when paired with a bad mood in general. If I didn't know better I'd say I was half going into pirate-talking mode. Damnit. Fuck bugger bugger bugger shit. I really don't get why that happens, it just does, particularly in my writing and particularly when I'm annoyed. You say I'm writing, how does that jump come out like damn magic? It just does, it seems to be some strange automatic impulse. S'why I avoid writing things except journals when I'm right pissed, but too bad. I sound overwhelmingly British and end up coming out with nautical terms no one comprehends. You should see half of this that I've backspaced. Oi. If I was doing it for entertainment value: A - I'd actually do it and not avoid it, and B - I'd brag about it, so you know that's not the case. *headdesk* I blame past life regression pirate films and literature. Aye, it's all...bad influential mind control. Sure. Aye. Wishfully.
Oh look, three paragraphs of nothing but absent rambling! Sounds fun to me. Wanna know my conclusion: I'm fucking insane. That's what. Lack of food, entertainment, physical activity, human contact, and too much boredom has driven me insane. And I'm almost glad LJ ate my previous attempt at an entry, I sounded like Jack Sparrow in a bad situation. More so Seriously. And that's not something to brag about, that's actually really bad. Sounding like a man isn't something I want to do right now, I really just want to do something actually entertaining. And be able to eat chocolate. Thus far, the only thing I've managed to bring myself to eat are cold. Vegetables, salads, pickles, crackers and cream cheese, etc. You get the point. I'm a vegetarian, so that's not really really far from my usual routine, but I want to eat something warm. I've avoided veganism for a reason..I want nachos or pizza or something. Pizza hut pizza with green peppers and jalepenos. Mm. Yummy. Wha? It's good! I swear. Try it. It actually is good. I've even gotten my boyfriend to admit that. And I want caffeine. Really bad. I need to get cappuccino. Bad. The entire time I've been sick I haven't drank even a can of damn Coca Cola. That's really bad.
Alright you've endured my pathetic and completely superfluous to any important entries rambling, so - I'll give you something actually entertaining.
The Pirate Twelve Days of Christmas
Wha? I said it was entertaining...to me.
Note to self: Marry a screen writer, and make plenty of future pirates movies. There aren't enough, I tell you. Fairbanks doesn't cut it for me anymore, and there's only one more POTC and then it's over. Not fair. Get a movie made about Calico Jack, Anne Bonny, and Mary Read.
Note to you: I'd suggest you pay attention to not only my entry, but what music I'm listening to. Usually tells you my mood in some shape or form. Manson relieves tension. What? He does!
Full lyrics to the "Yo Ho Ho And a Bottle of Rum" tune from Treasure Island
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Fifteen men on a Dead Man's Chest
Yo Ho Ho & a bottle of rum
Drink & the Devil had done for the rest
Yo Ho Ho & a bottle of rum
The Mate was fixed by the Bosun's pike
The Bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo Ho Ho & a bottle of rum
I feel much better. Aye, better than I did up there *points* and better from the sick shit, but still sick. Bleh. Ye must love some Treasure Island though. *le sigh* Yes, I do love pirates aside from those in a certain movie with a certain captain whom I oft find myself distracted by. Pirate fetishing is distracting, after all. The historical ones are just as lovely really, just with a bit more grime...and not all of them have glorious cheekbones, but can't win 'em all, can we? Really not with me right now, I'm fucking going out of my mind. Ev'rything is making me go damn INSANE. Infants. *scoffs* They don't like pirates. Little boys are supposed to like pirates! It's a damn law, I swear it. But no, of course not, he wants to whine and watch fucking musicals. But I won't let him. So it appears he's vowed to torture me by doing everything he's not supposed to and everytime he bumps into something a sich he starts crying. I absolutely despise that sound. And I don't mean it just irritates me. I personally think it's the most aggravating sound on the face of the earth. Worse than really bad singing, and nails on a chalkboard, and bad falsettos, and all. It makes me want to claw my fucking ears out, that's what it does. I hate children. Really. Things crashing and cannons seems to be my only solace, actually. I think the sound's one of the best, myself. Cannon fire. I think I have disturbed hearing preferences.
But some good news! I can scream! Oh believe me, I've had to. The lad seems to like standing on the sofa, where a large framed mirror is hanging, and pick it off the wall and bang it down again like it's a damn door knocker. Not only is it extremly annoying, he'll knock it down on his head, and get himself completely shredded with broken glass, which wouldn't actually be a good thing. But, you know I'm just irritatable I think.
Two and a half weeks of being sick and sexually frustrated doesn't equal good when paired with a bad mood in general. If I didn't know better I'd say I was half going into pirate-talking mode. Damnit. Fuck bugger bugger bugger shit. I really don't get why that happens, it just does, particularly in my writing and particularly when I'm annoyed. You say I'm writing, how does that jump come out like damn magic? It just does, it seems to be some strange automatic impulse. S'why I avoid writing things except journals when I'm right pissed, but too bad. I sound overwhelmingly British and end up coming out with nautical terms no one comprehends. You should see half of this that I've backspaced. Oi. If I was doing it for entertainment value: A - I'd actually do it and not avoid it, and B - I'd brag about it, so you know that's not the case. *headdesk* I blame past life regression pirate films and literature. Aye, it's all...bad influential mind control. Sure. Aye. Wishfully.
Oh look, three paragraphs of nothing but absent rambling! Sounds fun to me. Wanna know my conclusion: I'm fucking insane. That's what. Lack of food, entertainment, physical activity, human contact, and too much boredom has driven me insane. And I'm almost glad LJ ate my previous attempt at an entry, I sounded like Jack Sparrow in a bad situation. More so Seriously. And that's not something to brag about, that's actually really bad. Sounding like a man isn't something I want to do right now, I really just want to do something actually entertaining. And be able to eat chocolate. Thus far, the only thing I've managed to bring myself to eat are cold. Vegetables, salads, pickles, crackers and cream cheese, etc. You get the point. I'm a vegetarian, so that's not really really far from my usual routine, but I want to eat something warm. I've avoided veganism for a reason..I want nachos or pizza or something. Pizza hut pizza with green peppers and jalepenos. Mm. Yummy. Wha? It's good! I swear. Try it. It actually is good. I've even gotten my boyfriend to admit that. And I want caffeine. Really bad. I need to get cappuccino. Bad. The entire time I've been sick I haven't drank even a can of damn Coca Cola. That's really bad.
Alright you've endured my pathetic and completely superfluous to any important entries rambling, so - I'll give you something actually entertaining.
The Pirate Twelve Days of Christmas
Wha? I said it was entertaining...to me.
Note to self: Marry a screen writer, and make plenty of future pirates movies. There aren't enough, I tell you. Fairbanks doesn't cut it for me anymore, and there's only one more POTC and then it's over. Not fair. Get a movie made about Calico Jack, Anne Bonny, and Mary Read.
Note to you: I'd suggest you pay attention to not only my entry, but what music I'm listening to. Usually tells you my mood in some shape or form. Manson relieves tension. What? He does!
Full lyrics to the "Yo Ho Ho And a Bottle of Rum" tune from Treasure Island