Apr 03, 2008 14:23
Really.
If the horrible little deities of this thrice-cursed place are so jealous of my wardrobe that they feel the need to stoop to the low of pathetic fallacy in order to thwart me, they need a hobby and a back rub. Not, of course, that I'm providing, but if I had that large of a stick lodged up my ass to cause such an incident as this, I'd need at least that much.
Mind you, I'd not be jealous in the first place. Why would I need to be? When one is quintessentially complete, jealousy becomes so passé.
Though, this does put a damper on my plans. Not, of course, that I can't get it up in cold water, unlike some people.
[ooc He emos about the last curse. He says he's fine. Placeholder, possible srs backdating ♥]
thrity tailors slaved for days over this,
say hello to my ego,
and then it was all a dream,
bronte tried & it didnt work then either,
o thank zeus,
hob = ;_;,
wardrobe malfunction,
a to zed,
monogamous sex is rotting your brain,
caliban~,
or what? you'll hug me?,
please kill yourself,
name dropin',
has facade,
let's just ignore the problem!,
freud wore women's panties,
ho ho ho!,
still reeling from the triplet story?,
this entry has too many tags,
roman silk! from rome!,
say hello to my inherent lonelyness,
heroism can be so banal,
cal,
lying is fun,
curse,
angstangstangst,
pathetic fallacy day,
hermes blow me