hellooo?

[monikernebulous]

It has long been my goal to steer clear of live journal, for no better reason than to be the only one not doing it. Really, its the same reason I don't have a leather executive chair or an ipod. Unfortunately, boredom has driven me to create an account and read everyone's posts, and then I just had to post something myself. I decided to cave

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[miss_bekah]

I will be very sad if you don't always have this much to say, because you are decidedly one of the most interesting people I know.

And as long as you can be happy and angst-ridden, I'm ok with that. Just don't start getting depressed and suicidal on us or anything.

And welcome :)

[tibbsy]

>i want to hear all about egypt (in 1st person) when we all get back.

Just wait until you see what I bought for you. ::evil grin::

[monikernebulous]

oooh boy, i'm quivering with excitement (or should it be terror?)

[tibbsy]

Doesn't matter.

Quivering is definitely the proper response no mater the reason.

However, if your life was a novel it would probably read something like:

Zac never thought anything like this could ever happen. Wasn't this wrong? Wasn't this bad? Zac no longer cared what the world thought. As waves of ecstasy rode over his naked body, Zac surrendered himself.

[manwithafork]

welcome to the meaningless life club. I don't know who else is a member. I don't care.

"Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs"
-hemingway, the sun also rises

[manwithafork]

wow, i can't even believe myself sometimes. why do you people put up with me???

unconceivable

[seekingalethia]

Sir Zac!

'tis been too long my love, too long indeed.

:)

anyway this comment has little point, just letting you know that I MISS YOU and that this is my live journal if you want to read it.. oh wait.. if the "sir zac" didn't give it away already, this is Kelsey. my other LJ is Myfinsarehands and is rarely updated but sometimes i forget which one im signed in as so i tend to comment as both. or either. or.. yeah.

oh and, in response to your entry, i, too, have reached a very angst-filled yet cheerful state.. i just couldn't have described it nearly that well.

anyway, sorry this is so long

Kelsey, my love...

[monikernebulous]

ah, dearest Kelsey... it hast been far too long indeed. In honor of the re-established of our communications and my urgent desire that you and I should be once again abreast, I have composed a little poem for you (and by me, I - of course - mean Charles Kingsley). I (he) like to call it "Oh! That We Two Were Maying."

Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with violets playing
In the shade of the whispering trees.

Oh! that we two sat dreaming
On the sward of some sheep-trimmed down,
Watching the white mist steaming
Over river and mead and town.

Oh! that we two lay sleeping
In our nest in the churchyard sod,
With our limbs at rest on the quiet earth's breast,
And our souls at home with God!

So, whenever you want to, uh, you know... "May," you know how to get in touch.

[wallcrallr]

Welcome to LJ wangbreath! (fill in the next 6 lines with profanities and you'll get the general idea of this post)

12 hours and 39 minutes and I will swear at you again... a lot.