.. ::Just grins.::
I am SO stupefied right now. Oh. My. God. Insanity! I just read "Naked Quidditch" by two simply astonishing (assumed) fan girls of Harry Potter. I nearly fell off the couch while reading the ten chapters of innuendo that should be thoroughly illegal and is, in fact, thoroughly illegal.. it HAS to be.. they're not even legal!!! AH! ::Suddenly reminded of her fiance and can't help but smirk.::
Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT marrying a Briton as a substitute for Oliver Wood.. a.k.a Sean Biggerstaff. I mean, really.. WTF would.. ::Just shakes her head.:: Nevermind. I'm not even going to get into it. The point is, I was SO way in love with Dasha before I was aware of ::Snickers.:: Sean's existance, although, according to the love of my life, Mr. Biggerstaff really isn't all that attractive. Humm.. do I sense a pang of jealousy!? Good God, Dasha! I only want to have ten million of your babies.. barefoot. (Which is quite an accomplishment if you know me at all..) Isn't that enough!?
Ouu.. ::Paws at the man she's forcibly marrying as soon as he's legal- regardless of whether or not he's consented.:: You know what!? DASHA!!! It's not fair. ::Whimpers, pines.:: I shouldn't be this attracted to him. Really, it's illegal. Ok, the attraction isn't.. but.. well, you get the point. ::Falls over.:: Someone go bring him back from Iran. It's illegal for me to go since America has gotten uber elitist as of late. I mean, really! What do we have to be elitist about..!? We have bigger tracts of.. land?
::Grins stupidly.:: I shouldn't love FF so much.. ::Flashback to GW FF. Giggles.:: I WANT MY DASHA! He's so sexy. And mine. No. You can't even ponder his sexiness. All right, maybe a little bit.. but only because I know he's mine. And absolutely NO pawing! That's MY exclusive right. ::Thus paws at him like a desperate squirrel trying to uncover a buried nut.:: >.> <.< *^_^*
::Squeals and prances around.:: All right, I have a lot to do tomorrow.. including trying to find a job for two weeks. I mean, really.. who's going to hire me for two weeks? Maybe I'll be able to baby sit on New Years.. seeing as all of my NY friends will likely be getting drunk and that's not exactly one of my top ten past times.. in fact.. it's nowhere on the list.. and I've got nothing better to do. I certainly don't want to be dragged to another one of my parents ridiculous New Year's Eve parties where I'm awkwardly left to fend for myself in a house full of middle aged people I have nothing in common with and my parents indulge in wine and political debate.
Anywho, I'm really going to go now.. at least go pee.. moving on. Go! Be all about the Naked Quidditch. Be giggly, giddy, and otherwise spastic! http://daisygrrl.com/quidditch/
Night! Morning! Randomness!
-Yeshikins
Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT marrying a Briton as a substitute for Oliver Wood.. a.k.a Sean Biggerstaff. I mean, really.. WTF would.. ::Just shakes her head.:: Nevermind. I'm not even going to get into it. The point is, I was SO way in love with Dasha before I was aware of ::Snickers.:: Sean's existance, although, according to the love of my life, Mr. Biggerstaff really isn't all that attractive. Humm.. do I sense a pang of jealousy!? Good God, Dasha! I only want to have ten million of your babies.. barefoot. (Which is quite an accomplishment if you know me at all..) Isn't that enough!?
Ouu.. ::Paws at the man she's forcibly marrying as soon as he's legal- regardless of whether or not he's consented.:: You know what!? DASHA!!! It's not fair. ::Whimpers, pines.:: I shouldn't be this attracted to him. Really, it's illegal. Ok, the attraction isn't.. but.. well, you get the point. ::Falls over.:: Someone go bring him back from Iran. It's illegal for me to go since America has gotten uber elitist as of late. I mean, really! What do we have to be elitist about..!? We have bigger tracts of.. land?
::Grins stupidly.:: I shouldn't love FF so much.. ::Flashback to GW FF. Giggles.:: I WANT MY DASHA! He's so sexy. And mine. No. You can't even ponder his sexiness. All right, maybe a little bit.. but only because I know he's mine. And absolutely NO pawing! That's MY exclusive right. ::Thus paws at him like a desperate squirrel trying to uncover a buried nut.:: >.> <.< *^_^*
::Squeals and prances around.:: All right, I have a lot to do tomorrow.. including trying to find a job for two weeks. I mean, really.. who's going to hire me for two weeks? Maybe I'll be able to baby sit on New Years.. seeing as all of my NY friends will likely be getting drunk and that's not exactly one of my top ten past times.. in fact.. it's nowhere on the list.. and I've got nothing better to do. I certainly don't want to be dragged to another one of my parents ridiculous New Year's Eve parties where I'm awkwardly left to fend for myself in a house full of middle aged people I have nothing in common with and my parents indulge in wine and political debate.
Anywho, I'm really going to go now.. at least go pee.. moving on. Go! Be all about the Naked Quidditch. Be giggly, giddy, and otherwise spastic! http://daisygrrl.com/quidditch/
Night! Morning! Randomness!
-Yeshikins