Name That Head!
A fragment of the conversation where Celes and I are groaning at the AC dub previews:
PC: Rufus... Shannon's gonna blow an artery.
Celes: I knoooooow D:
PC: She's going to want to know when the fuck Rufus became a gameshow host. AS DO WE ALL.
Celes: Where's Your Moootherrrrrrr?????
Celes: (theme song starts)
PC: With your host, Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufus Shinraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Celes: XXXXDDDD
PC: ::corny applause::
Celes: >and genial laugh at some stupid antic they make him do<
PC: Hey, he even has the tacky white suit for it. ::dodges projectiles::.
Celes: ...... >snort< Yo, I didn't dress the boy
In other news, I'm doing okay. I'm kind of still on target, but I had to finish early yesterday because I ran out of masking tape. I only had it for three days, which is kind of a nice touch for my productivity ego; it doesn't get much love lately, not since my procrastination ego moved in next door, with its suburban bushes and flowerprint miniskirts. It thinks it's hot stuff, but it's just easy.
I dreamed about life drawing last night. Life drawing, and one of the competitors on American Idol. I don't even watch American Idol. He wasn't the nude model, thankfully; he just had a portfolio full of them, and his portfolio was... a bag for some reason. A big, mint green, thick satin tubular bag full of drawings of nudes.
I don't know my National Insurance Number, so I have to go down to the job centre tomorrow and sort that out so I can get my student loan. They say I lost it. I say I never had it. I'm clearly right, because as we all know, I never lose things.
... Well, I lose everything, but I don't lose the vital documents that prove I'm alive and well and living off the government.
PC: Rufus... Shannon's gonna blow an artery.
Celes: I knoooooow D:
PC: She's going to want to know when the fuck Rufus became a gameshow host. AS DO WE ALL.
Celes: Where's Your Moootherrrrrrr?????
Celes: (theme song starts)
PC: With your host, Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufus Shinraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Celes: XXXXDDDD
PC: ::corny applause::
Celes: >and genial laugh at some stupid antic they make him do<
PC: Hey, he even has the tacky white suit for it. ::dodges projectiles::.
Celes: ...... >snort< Yo, I didn't dress the boy
In other news, I'm doing okay. I'm kind of still on target, but I had to finish early yesterday because I ran out of masking tape. I only had it for three days, which is kind of a nice touch for my productivity ego; it doesn't get much love lately, not since my procrastination ego moved in next door, with its suburban bushes and flowerprint miniskirts. It thinks it's hot stuff, but it's just easy.
I dreamed about life drawing last night. Life drawing, and one of the competitors on American Idol. I don't even watch American Idol. He wasn't the nude model, thankfully; he just had a portfolio full of them, and his portfolio was... a bag for some reason. A big, mint green, thick satin tubular bag full of drawings of nudes.
I don't know my National Insurance Number, so I have to go down to the job centre tomorrow and sort that out so I can get my student loan. They say I lost it. I say I never had it. I'm clearly right, because as we all know, I never lose things.
... Well, I lose everything, but I don't lose the vital documents that prove I'm alive and well and living off the government.