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DEAR WORLD! I...have a new fictional boyfriend, and his name is...Bernard Black. Go watch Black Books. Do it. Do it now. I've been watching it all. day. long. It's fucking brilliant, it's got Dylan Moran, it's got everything you could ever need, and I'm prolly going to be even more bitter and yell-y and slightly Irish than usual. Not the Irish part so much, because I'm usually not at all like that, but I probably will be.
And I haven't done shite about anything at all even remotely related to school (i.e.: my poetry explication), and I don't give one piss. :D I've reached the chapter at long last in House of Leaves where the text gets so very fucked up, and I have two study halls tomorrow. I cannot fucking wait. There was Black Books, Dresden Files, and BSG. Tho, granted, BSG sucked because of the Major Sci-Fi Cliche. BUT OH WELL! I treated myself to Pepsi. I got a nice hot shower. I was laughing. There was the Daytona 500. There was lasagna. There was iced tea made with sugar made right since last time mum forgot it and I couldn't drink it. There's me downloading all sorts of Dylan Moran things. So Monday can fuck off, because I'm not doing much no matter what, I suspect, because I'll be reading and being very...Bernard-y. Except without the booze and the smoking.
Huzzah, huzzah, praise today, in your FACE Mercury retrograde.
And I haven't done shite about anything at all even remotely related to school (i.e.: my poetry explication), and I don't give one piss. :D I've reached the chapter at long last in House of Leaves where the text gets so very fucked up, and I have two study halls tomorrow. I cannot fucking wait. There was Black Books, Dresden Files, and BSG. Tho, granted, BSG sucked because of the Major Sci-Fi Cliche. BUT OH WELL! I treated myself to Pepsi. I got a nice hot shower. I was laughing. There was the Daytona 500. There was lasagna. There was iced tea made with sugar made right since last time mum forgot it and I couldn't drink it. There's me downloading all sorts of Dylan Moran things. So Monday can fuck off, because I'm not doing much no matter what, I suspect, because I'll be reading and being very...Bernard-y. Except without the booze and the smoking.
Huzzah, huzzah, praise today, in your FACE Mercury retrograde.