Well...

This morning there were snakes in my socks when I went to put them on. A yellow one and a cobra.

Thanks a lot. You know who you are.

( NOW: With accompanying footwear! )

( Dear Elrohir: )

Yep. Again. My stomach hurts. I've decided I don't like watching figure skating. I have too much inherent anxiety. Ouch. It gives me the same awful feeling that watching episodes of "I Love Lucy" does. Ugh. Ow. Anxiety. Pain.

Alright. I cannot believe the level to which my mind has been poisoned. Watching this and eating rutabaga at the same time. I'm not even kidding. It was really pretty much coincidental, though. I would have been eating the rutabaga in any case. But I probably wouldn't have posted about it if the two events hadn't coincided. And yes, Claudio' ( Read more... )

Alright. If marketing executives are going to screw around with toothpaste flavours in order to spur interest in toothpaste (which, incidentally, I think is pretty dumb in any case), why the hell do they make totally disgusting things like lemon ice toothpaste? And vanilla mint? WTF?! It tastes like cake frosting from those cheap-ass grocery ( Read more... )

Yes, this is what comes of keeping company with larian. She drags me down into the worst sort of corruption and debauchery. She makes me forget all my carefully cultivated morality. She steals my sweetness and innocence and stomps all over them. She's pure evil.

Another evening spent in larian's company engaged in completely unwholesome activities. So ( Read more... )

I admit it. I'm not ashamed. Well, maybe just a little.

I spent a good portion of the morning with larian, engaged in completely unwholesome activities. So unwholesome that I'm not even going to mention what they were. That woman is a bad influence on me. And me, such and innocent.

Larian, it's all your fault. Deviant.

My life is full of weirdos.

Weirdo example the first:

I mentioned my green and black corset to larian. The weirdo says to me, thinking that for some bizarre reason this will cheer me and bring me out of my hysterical funk of yesterday, "Niere, you MUST put the thing on, take photos of yourself, and post them here on the internet! Isn't that a ( Read more... )

For those of you who might have been following this, up until yesterday, the results were 7 for Claudio being the weirdest, 2 for me, 7 for both of us being slightly off, 6 for both of us being perfectly normal, and 5 for Sylvie liking ferrets. Claudio insisted that the ferret votes ought to have counted for me, because only a weirdo would have ( Read more... )