I'll be here when it all gets WEIRD
I told you i do a lot of writing in class, right? And this notebook i carry around that everyone thinks is full of thiky thoughts on Coleridge and the Highland Clearances is, in fact, full of thinky thoughts on gay fictional romance. But it's not a very big notebook, and sometimes i have to scribble notes and song lyrics and random, random things up in the top margin. Allow me to share a few:
- "Where are the women? Those soul sucking leaches! Are they out on the sands are they squatting on beaches? Where are the women, i'll call them by name! On Dancer and Prancer and you there that's lame!" (this is a legit song. In...Alaska.)
- POWER BOTTOM (underlined three times)
- "I would date you, but you won't follow my twitter."
- An unhappy inversion
- "Great Food, Average Service." (LEGIT SLOGAN FOR A RESTAURANT IN GLASGOW. \O/)
- *gasp* I'm telling Principal Kripke!
- Curfuffle (just looked this up--means disorder, commontion, confusion, etc.)
- Acktic Munkiss
And one more random (still fighting with FB GRR)
This is ~apparently~ King Mark (*snerk*) kissing his nephew Tristram. Riiiiiiiiiiight. Obviously midieval slash. POSSIBLY midieval MERLIN slash.
Oh P.S. I am a) not dead from food poisoning, b) have a show to put on tonight and c) an essay to turn in. INERTIAAAAAAAAA *SHAKES FIST*