C'mere and give us a kiss

[wonder_rock]

A strange and wonderful dream. I was at this party, and I was wearing a sparkly jumpsuit, as you do, and Harry Potter (of all not-real people) comes up to me. He's wearing a purple velour robe with a zip all the way up the front and smoking a bloody great cigar. He offers me a cigar, I take it and he says, "the proof is in the pudding," then fades

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[angelsotherlove]

Oi and I thought my cat dancing in a pink tutu while trying to claw out my room mates eyes was wierd.. My dear I think you take the cake in the land of wierd dreams.

So how are things in your lovely little part of the world???

[wonder_rock]

Yeah, I don't dream heaps, but when I do I go all out. The best part is that the cigars were as big as my god damned forearm, and when you're just shy of 6 feet and you've got great gangly limbs like I do, well! That's a darn big cigar.

My part of the world's not too bad, rather fabulous, if you call walking around audiably crackling in summer heat when it is supposed to be spring fabulous! What's happening with you, sugar pie?

[angelsotherlove]

Eh my part of the worlds fine..unles you count CRAZY FUCKING ROOM MATES FROM HELL aka CHINA. That and were having spring and summer like weather when it should be winter. I WANT WINTER...I NEED SNOW.

Hey, if I send you the money will you kill my room mate for me please??? Pretty pretty please???

[wonder_rock]

Snow rocks, not that we get any here, but I've heard rumours.

I'll kill your room mate, but I'm not cheap.

(Fucking love your icon)

[angelsotherlove]

Snow is very good. I would send you some, but it would melt before it ever got out of the post office.

And Pft...I don't care how much you cost, when it comes to this, price is not a matter.

And I love my icon as well. I have a shit load full of them like that. I would show you...but you've been rather absent from messenger here lately.

[wonder_rock]

Stupid, temperature affected snow!

And the fucking MSN won't bleeding work because my computer is dying. It's all, 'OMG! Delete some files, I'm like dying and stuff!' (Yes, my computer talks like a deranged teenaged girl.) But it doesn't understand that I need all my files.

[angelsotherlove]

~understands completely about dying computers~

Atleast yours doesn't just randomly shut itself off and then proceed to delete the midterm paper you had been working on for FIVE FUCKING SOLID HOURS. Only then to cause you to stay up all night writing it because it proceeds to crash another three times during your writing, taking your paper with it.

Oh yes I understand completely about dying computers and deleted files.