Comments | _dellamore: brain of the dead

_dellamore

brain of the dead

Sep 13, 2004 16:54

Well. Shit.

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

( Re-animated room temperature spam. )

Comments 14

ladycat777 September 14 2004, 05:45:59 UTC

*hugs you tighttighttight*

Glad you broke radio silence for at least a little; twas getting worried. *hugs you more*

_dellamore September 14 2004, 19:19:29 UTC

*smooshes you with kisses*

And hopefully I can keep it broken for a good while. So I can have more of these hugs from you. *pets*

Isolation - Panic -Terror 7spoons September 14 2004, 08:41:03 UTC

I was just clicking on your pre-release recs and saw this tagline for Cube Zero. I am wondering whether this is what you feel ringing up enemas. I think I might. I feel this completely:

There's something so breaking and sad about the everyday shopping people do.

And it's hard to explain why, but it might be conditional on the type of store. I don't feel this way buying a roast chicken at the local market, but I do feel this way in Target. I was trying to explain this to someone the other day - about how the idea of having a baby depresses me because of all the stuff you have to buy, and I think she thought I was nuts. But I think you understand me.

Also? I miss you. Come to me.

Re: Isolation - Panic -Terror _dellamore September 14 2004, 18:43:50 UTC

Heee. That's the cheesiest tagline ever, and yet, so apt. Your genius is immeasurable; the enemas are suffocating me, Sauss. They're killing me like giant booby-trapped cubes.

But I think you understand me. Well, I've nested inside your head, so. I'll always understand you. Ahem. And it is conditional on the store, and the person, I think. You buying chicken is zesty and cute -- a sallow, cat-hoarding woman in support-hose buying chicken is sad. It also depends on the strength of the store's fluorescent lighting.

the idea of having a baby depresses me because of all the stuff you have to buy... *Yes*. Man, I think that exact thing while ringing up all the diapers and the formula and chew-toys. The saddest thing is that babies really don't care.

I'm there, chica. No, seriously. Keep your shades pulled. *whistles* Okay, seriously seriously, I miss you hard and I want to have lunch and talk about banality and grocery-shopping and Xander having bruises. *loves*