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Hi OK so here is my story about how airport security at O'Hare made me start dressing like Ryan Ross, retard robot!!
Well basically they made me take my boots off to be x-rayed in case they contained some science I guess? and then when I was putting those suckers back on I busted one of the zippers. So here I am without functional boots over the coldest days of the year (I only own one pair of boots bc of how I grew up on the West Coast and consequently Lack Common Sense) and stuck wearing black-and-hot-pink skate shoes as my only alternative. It was, as they say, all downhill from there, and the next thing I knew I was matching a cap-sleeved electric blue houndstooth blouse with a chunky magenta necklace and off-white shades, and taking pictures of myself making saucy faces in Photo Booth. THE END. D:
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Yeah, so I get to pick up my repaired boots today, which should mean massive amounts of drunk twittering as I try desperately to score during thissugarcane's birthday blowout a return to normal programming. Wait--what?
Anyway, I had a brainwave just now, you guys. If I ever get a tattoo, it will be a tramp stamp. A tramp stamp reading: ĤΨ = EΨ
Um, so how about that thing where you list five things you associate with me and then I gab about them for a while? Yeah? Yeah?
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¹ I guarantee this is the closest thing to bandfic which will ever be featured in this livejournal, so enjoy it while you can, kids.
Well basically they made me take my boots off to be x-rayed in case they contained some science I guess? and then when I was putting those suckers back on I busted one of the zippers. So here I am without functional boots over the coldest days of the year (I only own one pair of boots bc of how I grew up on the West Coast and consequently Lack Common Sense) and stuck wearing black-and-hot-pink skate shoes as my only alternative. It was, as they say, all downhill from there, and the next thing I knew I was matching a cap-sleeved electric blue houndstooth blouse with a chunky magenta necklace and off-white shades, and taking pictures of myself making saucy faces in Photo Booth. THE END. D:
¹
Yeah, so I get to pick up my repaired boots today, which should mean massive amounts of drunk twittering as I try desperately to score during thissugarcane's birthday blowout a return to normal programming. Wait--what?
Anyway, I had a brainwave just now, you guys. If I ever get a tattoo, it will be a tramp stamp. A tramp stamp reading: ĤΨ = EΨ
Um, so how about that thing where you list five things you associate with me and then I gab about them for a while? Yeah? Yeah?
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¹ I guarantee this is the closest thing to bandfic which will ever be featured in this livejournal, so enjoy it while you can, kids.