Dec 03, 2007 11:44
Tell me El Diablo, tell me what you know!
But Sir, I know nothing!
I don't care, make it up!
Eeeeahhhrrr. EAR. Lack of sleep as well as the natural balance of the universe has once again seen the shriveling of my poor decrepit mind. I am back in the mother cuntree, bosom to my inner child, ancient ancestor, little elf.
Have you heard that song 'Satan Said Dance' by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! ? Because I would say it's a pretty apt musical interpretation of my soul right now. I said APT.
The plane trip was orful. I was sat betwixt an elderly gent what smelt of urine and other unmentionable mentionables, and a lady who vexed me with endless remarks pertaining to her recent visit to the Greek Islands.
Things seem to be going quite swimmingly, I don't think I'll think about what lies beyond the next five weeks for a while, perennial headache. Though I do miss you all, I miss my place with you and how your opinion of me reflects the way I tend to behave. Sim-ee-on showered me in green tea ice cream mix and pocky on my return, the dote. Yes friends, be envious. BE. YES. FRIENDS? And I shall watch all the Indiana Jones films with him though I am loathe to do so, that is love no?