brain of the dead

[_dellamore]

Well. Shit.

I was dead, but thank goodness for that groovy toxic chemical spill out back. *roars, shambles*

Comments

[_dellamore]

Eeee! *hugslicks* Our love has no time delay, nope. And I wish I didn't need one, but. Sigh.

Heee. Well, Marsters is incredibly hot. Although now that I think about it, I think pale jerky would be like, chicken or something. And then I think: Marsters, the other white meat. And the baby Jesus wails. Aiieeee, zombies and masturbation. My eyes, my eyes.

Dude. DUDE. *re-animates you* Tattoo ankle hot. Makes me. Squirmy. What is it of? Is it a big fiery nickel? Is it, is it? *squirms*

My mom's been talking about retiring to AZ, and she wants to know why I always start giggling. Hee.

[_dellamore]

Just think of it as TiVo. It's not angst, it's a technological marvel. Ohmigod. *never stops laughing* That line needs to be memorialized somewhere.

Ugh, eek. I feel like I've checked-out some zombie chickens at the store. Half-alive, ready to peck your head off. Yeah. Fucking customer service can kiss my mocha ass.

*makes out with you while customers wait*

Heee. You're brilliant, you. *loves* And we will always know the truth behind the twins. Sun? Puhleeze.

Hee, except, the woeful truth is that I'll be living with my mom for... quite a while. Andwhatifwelivedinthesamecityomg? I would never stop stalking you.

[swmbo]

I miss you, I miss you tremendously! Beyond measure! *hugs you tightly* I would ask how you have been, but you've already answered it so instead I pet and feed you grapes and sushi.

And hee!

When is it too late to respond to comments?

I just responded to two comments that were left in a journal entry of mine LAST October so...not quite a year old. But for some reason I'd never seen them and there they were when I read through an old entry! So I did. Because I think it's NEVER too late. That's my motto, anyway!

*loves even more*

[_dellamore]

Awww, and I've missed you, cutie-patootie! *twirls you happily* Patootie! And, oh, lemme take a minute to soak up the much-needed petting... *minute* Okay, now for the therapeutic grapes-and-sushi.

Heee. And I'd ask how you've been, but unlike me, you actually communicate regularly. *g* *clutches your posts to her bosom*

Because I think it's NEVER too late. That's my motto, anyway! Hee, it's like, Christmas from Swmbo in October! LJ is one of the only gifts that consistently keeps on giving. And I heart your motto. I have to start living by that. Really, all your mottos are live-worthy. Even the Snygel. I think you've got something there. *g*

*loves you so hard people feel it in China*

[glossing]

*looks shiftily around*
I missed you, man. Like a torso, just way too much.

[_dellamore]

*checks over your shoulder*
*grabs you in a bear-hug*
*releases you, fixes your shirt*

Dude, I've missed you like -- so many body parts. I had to dismember the neighbors to keep up.

Oh. Christ. That icon. *sweats*

[_divya_]

I was just mourning the fact that CVS is eating your life, and now you're here! Yay! I'll take you any way I can get you. Re-animated is fine.

And dude, it's never too late to reply to comments in my world. I reply late all the time and I think people are used to it by now.

[_dellamore]

Damn CVS! *shakes withered, decaying fist* Being adult-like really cuts into my online time. Fuckses. *is a zombie* *paws gently at your head*

I miiiisssss you. I was just re-telling one of my friends the story of how you and Tara are Teh Awesome. Yeah. Never doubt my creepily immense awe of you.

Hmm, but it's different because your comments are worth waiting for. I'm just... Pfffft. Heh. I think I'm going to move into your world there. If you don't mind. *g*

[_divya_]

:::is merrily pawed:::

I want to do a Writercon report just so I can tell the story of how Tara had you laughing so hard the morning you left, you slid down the wall and ended up sitting on the floor in the hallway. Hee! Our awe of you is creepy and immense too, so that's totally convenient.

but it's different because your comments are worth waiting for.

And yours aren't? I'll take on anyone who says otherwise! :::jabs, dances around::: I'm going to build you a spare room in my world, and steal your brain. If you don't mind.

[_dellamore]

Hee! Yeah, I never get no satisfaction. *pouts* And thanks for the offer of violence. Those folks at work better watch out, or else.

(Ahh, that's a lovely way of putting it; pleasant surprises are always a good thing. Although I hope that friend wasn't upset that their postcard was lost for years. *g*)

And, omg, I never wished you a happy birthday! Eeee! *rushes around, baking you a belated cake*