forgotten how to sing

there are not enough thanks in the world

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 21:03:52 GMT

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

-Wilfred Owen

it's pancake day on tuesday!

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:35:48 GMT

I don't like pancakes though. It comes from when I was little, when I used to think that since pancakes looked like omelettes, they really ought to taste like eggs. Pancake Day was always kind of disappointing as a result - everyone else would be going 'yay! Yummy pancakes!' and there I'd be thinking 'but they taste... wrong...?'

Not that I have any need to mark the start of Lent any more. As of this latest farce with whatever the fuck that arsehole cardinal's called, consider my catholicism officially lapsed. It was on its last legs anyway, but still - when you're as born-and-bred-and-educated R.C. as I am, and you start feeling more guilt just for admitting to your religious affiliation than you've ever felt for 'sinning', its time to go find something else. I'm thinking something pagan. If they're going to talk about me (and they will, I'm sure) I'd best give them something to sink their teeth into *eyerolls*

*

Say what you like about Keltie Colleen (but keep anything really obnoxiously negative to your own lj, I'm not in the mood for a ding-dong) but you can't deny she's got style. I don't think I've seen a more impressive case of 'look what you're missing, ASSHOLE' since Princess Di. Trying a little too hard, and I cringe every time she calls herself 'HAWT' (heart-break is no reason to massacre a perfectly innocent language sweetie, we have Ryan for that) but still.

And speaking of Ryan Ross, I'd quite like to say I feel uncomfortable thinking of this whole thing as canon, but I'm too much of a horrible person. The first thing I thought when I read Keltie's blog was 'huh. Wonder which one of his bandmates it was?' Followed quickly by 'I guess it could be Pete?' and 'nah, it's got to be Brendon.' Like I said, horrible person.

We can read a lot into Panic's probable career trajectory from here though. They're going to make lots and lots of albums, mostly because every time they finish one, Something Will Happen to make their latest stuff embarrassing and painful to sing in public. I'm not kidding, Pas de Cheval anyone? 'She's the smoke she's dancing fancy pirouettes'? And my personal favourite, 'I don't love you I'm just passing the time/You could love me if I knew how to lie/But who could love me I am out of my mind'. Yes, Ryro, yes you are. Seriously, the mind boggles.

They're holed up working on music right now. Album #3 sould be interesting...

happy valentine's day!

Sun, 15 Feb 2009 01:00:12 GMT

ETA: Part of this entry regards birthdays, specifically yours, specifically your birthday present. If you only ever comment on one of my entries, make it this one please? Thankyou!

(well, it was when I started writing...)

A (male) customer came up to the till today to buy a long-stemmed red rose. 'Don't get all excited, it's not for you,' he grinned.

'Oh that's good!' I told him. 'I always say if I ever get these for Valentine's I'll be returning to sender. Rectally. Thorns first.' (No, really, I used those words exactly. Fifteen years, you guys, this is an ooold routine by now.) D'you know, I think I freaked him out a little? Good times :D

So, it's the annual day of sappy romantic love and the arseholes who fund it. Time for me to spread a little love of my own, methinks!

Dearest f-list,

I love you. Yes, you rolling your eyes thinking of skimming this, don't think I can't see you with your low self-esteem. You're thinking 'eh, she can't possibly mean me.' Well, I do. I love you, because you're a wonderful and lovely person. I count myself privileged to know you all, whether I've met you in person or chatted or emailed or exchanged comments or if we just lurk each other's lj's. (Although ridic and major love to those reading who I've met in RL - I love you bestest! <3)

Anyway, I love you all, even when I'm too tired to come up with the fancy poetical ways to express that. I was up at half five this morning. Please don't mock me :P

Love, me ♥ ♥ ♥

Annnd, speaking of love. One of my new year's resolutions this year is to give more - especially on people's birthdays, especially on your birthday. Yes, yours, told you this post was for you :P

So, what would you like for your birthday? Picspam? Ficlet? Playlist? Art? Guys, please please comment and let me know the following:

-What you'd like
-in what fandom (I'll create stuff based on any fandom listed here: http://anansigirltoo.livejournal.com/931.html - although since I wrote that, my bandom love has expanded to include practially everyone in it, ever *g* It's funny to think there was a time I didn't love Panic, isn't it?
-when's your birthday (incidentally I realise it's mid-February, folks I've missed will get their present in 2010. My fail, I'd say let me show you it but it's *epic* so you can probably see it from where you're sitting)
-your address, if you'd like something physical in your letterbox (and your email if you don't) - comments will of course be screened!
-any prompts, ideas, stuff you don't want to see, etc, etc
-if you don't know what you want and want to link me to your christmas wishlist that's also good *g*

What I'm trying to say here is that I love you guys and I'm working on, y'know, showing it *g* Your help in this matter would be greatly appreciated! <3

(Incidentally, I'll be linking to this post once a month or so for the next year, for those who don't want to think about their oncoming birthdays just yet.)

say what, mr president?

Sun, 08 Feb 2009 00:45:19 GMT

Procrastinating me is procrastinating...

I can't stop laughing at this. Barack Obama, folks, are we absolutely sure that he's real? Because I tend to associate shenanigans of this nature with Panic at their very most stonerfied.

(And if politics were a fandom I'd be casting a Snakes on a Plane AU right about now...)

On to matters more important, and sadly some people are still arseholes. The 'Yes On 8' campaign have filed a legal brief seeking the forcible dissolution of all the same-sex couples who managed to marry in California last year (before the passing of Prop 8). That's around 18,000 marriages, and it's beyond fucking wrong.

The Courage Campaign are sending a letter to the Supreme Court asking them to reject the case and invalidate Prop 8. Please, if you've got a minute, go sign it, maybe ask your friends to do the same? The deadline is Valentine's Day, and it can't possibly hurt.

Thanks for your time.

i wish this were true!

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 00:44:15 GMT

Haiku² for anansigirltoo
you i have more of jon walker than anyone else i know a few
@

Created by Grahame

I have more Jon Walker than you, so there! :P

Also!

and rafael nadal
want to have lots and lots of
really kinky

O RLY RAFA? :D

Speaking of really kinky, would anyone be willing to look over my Gabe/William for sosodirty? It's won't be finished till Thursday evening, but there will be D/s, bondage, figging (ikr, wtf was I on that day?) and possibly watersports. Jsyk. I'd be really grateful!

In conclusion, RYAN ROSS.

she decided to make a list of things which made her happy...

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 02:08:28 GMT

Here, have some videos that've been making me happy recently...

Starting with some creepy Neil Gaiman, since I've probably misquoted his 15 Stories of Despair for a title. 15 Stories... is from Sandman: Endless Nights, btw, which I highly recommend, along with everything else he's ever written. I am nothing if not a shameless Gaiman fangirl.

I'm also in love with his speaking voice.

Next up, robot-riding kittens!

This reminds me of that alien army from the Hitchhiker's Guide not-trilogy - y'know the one, it got eaten by a small dog due to a misjudgement of scale. Actually, I bet if Douglas Adams was still around he'd be writing the story wherein the alien Room'ba came to Earth in peace, only to be forced into subjugation and slavery cleaning floors and providing convenient transport for small and furry pets. I would read that. But what I really want is for someone to edit this vid so that the kitties are riding around Tokyo in their flying saucer dispensing summary justice on thieves, murderers and stupid pathetic dog people. With laser cannons. Because the world would be a better, safer and much more interesting place with sky-riding kitty-police armed with lasers!

Well, one out of three ain't bad?

Sadly, I can't embed this next one. It's two fifths of The Cab, covering Rihanna's Disturbia at one of their acoustic shows, included here because omg, you guys, Ian Crawford. I could watch him play guitar all day.

And last (but by no means least, oh no) Brendon Urie will dance for your amusement. Dance, Brendon, dance!

It's been all over the internets, but it never ever fails to make me giggle. Better than Prozac, seriously.

Happy February, folks! ♥

with one and a half hours to go...

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 15:46:35 GMT

I can still remember the complacency I (and a lot of my friends) felt eight years ago when it was Al Gore and George W Bush vying for the Presidency of the US. I can even more vividly recall the sheer wtf?-ery when we woke up the next morning to find out that Bush had won. By the time his re-election had rolled around four years ago though, I was all out of dis-belief (September 11 and the endless rounds of ignored Stop the War protests had seen to that).

So, I'm kind of happy (and yes, surprised) to report that it's come back recently - it appears that Barack Obama really is the little community organiser that could. *g*

Dear Nearly-President Obama,

Enjoy your party tonight, and good luck for tomorrow and the years to come. Sadly I'm afraid you're going to need it!

With fingers firmly crossed...

taking the cake

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 21:02:21 GMT

Oh bandom. If only you would stop it with the explosions every time I turn my back on you for five sodding seconds...

For instance, Empires now have an lj. Not sure what to make of that apart from YOU ARE NOT FOOLING ANYBODY, THOMAS CONRAD! ILYOU AND YOUR BAND BUT FOR PETE'S SAKE STAY AWAY FROM THE PORNFICTION! And I'm thinking that *clunk* *click* I keep hearing is the sound of many many fangirls going 'shiiiit, hide the porn'. Between that and Pete Wentz replying to named individuals via blogspot, I hereby declare the fourth wall officially dead. *sends it flowers*

Oh yeah, and speaking of Pete and the Fall Out Boy US tour - what the actual fuck are people whining about again? Because this is customer stupidity of epic, epic proportions. It's stupidity Jim, but not as we know it, and I'm fully expecting Pete to show up over at customers_suck tomorrow because - get this - people are actually complaining that they're getting too much bang for their 36 bucks.

I feel there ought to be a paragraph break here to allow you to swallow the stupidity. Take your time. It's a big mouthful of dumbass, I agree. I'll wait till you're done.

And it would be fucking funny as hell if I wasn't quite so pissed off. The world's halfway down the shitter with regard to the current economic situation, the HIV epidemic in Africa, the poverty all over the place, the current religious conflicts - I could go on all day, these are just some of the problems faced daily by people all over the world. I could fill libraries. And if the biggest thing you* can find to complain about is the line-up of a concert that you're privileged to be able to attend, then fuck you. Fuck. You. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, fuck you in the arse with fucking barbed wire, fuck you sideways with a roll of sparkly fucking quarters. I'm so fucking sorry for the hardship of your life, you have no fucking idea.

Wow, that came out more angry than I thought it would.

*

*Okay, so probably not you. I have more faith in your maturity than that, f-list *g*

stuff and nonsense

Tue, 13 Jan 2009 21:01:48 GMT

Ack. That was an interesting few months, to say the least. Let me see...

First my cousin who is (used to be) an alcoholic died (this was in... October, I think? Then I was flapping around packing, then I was in New York (\\\o///) and then I came back and there were family shenanigans. (Those are ongoing: there's going to be an inquest into my cousin's death, because the police suspect foul play. 'Foul play', I love that term. Good to conjure with.)

And then business slowed down and there was much consternation and at some point I lost a month or so (I never remember these things after the fact, it's weird) but the next thing I know it was nearly Christmas and I caught flu. Worst. Timing. Ever. We were trying to organise staff cover and Christmas orders and figure out what stock to order in and I couldn't actually think straight. Ack.

And then it was the monday before Christmas which means Work! Work! Work! and then it was actually Christmas, which this year meant ARGHTIDYTHEHOUSECOOKTHEDINNERWEHAVEFAMILYCOMINGAAAAAAARGH and QUICKPACKTHESUITCASESOURTAXILEAVESINSIXHOURSWEHAVEN'TSLEPTYET. (There was of course a break in between for Doctor Who. And yes, we kicked our guests out first :P)

Yup, this year my parents and sister left for a holiday on Boxing Day. At 2 o'clock in the morning. And then invited some of the family round for Christmas dinner at 4 o'clock Christmas Day, when we'd all been at work non-stop for the three days previous. Bear in mind here, mum's a neat freak and can't have anyone round without the house being spotless. Also, cooking enough food for 11 people in our tiny oven and two working gas rings looks harder than juggling with cats and chainsaws. (Looks, because they don't let me near the kitchen. My idea of good food omits the salt and adds spices instead. Little England, what?) And nobody had bloody packed yet!

Boxing Day rolled around though, and I finally had the house to myself. And the dog. And the bloody shop. Sadly, our shop isn't big enough to hold everything we sell, so we display the flowers and plants outside and have an open shopfront. It's very pretty, but it means that if the shopping centre is open, either we open too or the stock goes walkabout. And since the shopping centre opens every fucking day apart from Christmas Day and Easter Sunday, guess who worked Boxing Day and New Year's Day and every other day up until this time last week, when the family got back from their holiday (which was beautiful, sunny, omg the arseholes, it was fucking freezing while they were away and I was getting up at half five most days. Yes, there are two of those in the day, try not to faint.)

Wow. Sorry you guys, I didn't mean for that to go on so long.

Anyway, over the past week I've spent a lot of time just decompressing, going through files, sorting out my pictures (I have more of Jon Walker than anyone else, so in honour of that fact I have a new default icon and isn't it pretty? I love that picture), music, reading through my WIPs, that sort of thing. I have a few meme-y things and a year in review whatsit that I want to post, so apologies if I get spammity over the next few days.

I haven't thought about resolutions for the new year yet, because I tend to make mine formally on April Fool's Day which is at least aptly named, and because January is no month for starting new things (like healthy eating, for instance, in January it is cold and I want stodge, dammit! I have entire songs devoted to my love of hot comfort food in January). That said, I have already joined getyourwordsout, because they work with the calendar year and I want to write more this year. (I've pledged 200,000 words and I will get them out on the page if it kills me, oh yes.)

Specifically I want to write 'the end' more this year - it seems everything I touch lately turns to epic. I wanted to sign up to write for bandombigbang, but the basic outline for the story I want to write is currently at 5,000 words and TAI haven't even split up yet, so no way could I bring it in before June. Not with my pre-existing writing commitments, anyway, and I want to finish those before I turn my attention elsewhere. Which reminds me, I also have a poll regarding birthday ficlets I want to post this week, so look out for that, yeah? If you're still reading this, you deserve a medal and I certainly don't want you to miss the poll for your birthday ficlet. Anyway.

The current plan is to finish sorting the WIP file, finish my kinkyJon/Tom outline, write my Gabe/William for sosodirty (please please can it be short, please, and then throw myself a SPN season 2 binge sometime next week. I need to fall back in love with Sam and Dean before I dust That Fic back off!

happy new year, and all that

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 23:47:15 GMT

Hey folks. I haven't been around lately. Mental health issues. I feel like maybe someone stole half of November and all of December, idk. Sorry I wasn't around to wish you all happy holidays - I hope you had good times? &hearts

Anyway, I'm posting now to wish all of you lovely and wonderful people a happy new year's eve (what's left of it), a hangover-free new year's day (if you've over-indulged tonight) and an utterly splendid 2009. I hope the new year brings you all that you hold dear :)

I'd be more spammity, I'm sure, but I have a warm bed, a fuzzy dog and too much mulled wine. It's very good, but it doesn't half sap the will-power - next time I think I'll take it easy with the brandy...

urk.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 23:17:42 GMT

How am I still jet-lagged? How?

pointless entry is pointless, i know...

And now to bed.

crap. jetlag.

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 22:41:23 GMT

Home is still here. I do not approve of this shit.

However, New York was fabulous, and so are bluejbird, mintyfiend and finny91. I had the best time you guys (I hope you got home okay!) - and when my brain isn't quite so foggy I'm sure I'll remember it too. Fair warning: I plan to gloat about it obnoxiously.

Until then...

wine in the afternoon

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 15:20:41 GMT

Mmm, wine. I love wine. Did you know there are people who will deliver wine right to your doostep? I didn't, but I do now, and guess what? I love them as well. Not enough to give them my wine though. They have enough of their own.

Somewhere in the UK right this minute there's a Fall Out Boy. At least, I think there is? I'm tempted to go and look, but then I'd have to go in person (can't believe everything you read on the internets, y'know) and that would lead to kidnap and other illegal happenings. Don't get me wrong - I love Patrick as much as anyone else I know - but I'm not sure what I'd do with one of my very own.

I'm very tempted to write an episode of TAI TV and send it in. Veeery tempted. But, fourth wall issues. Ick.

Mostly though, I'm procrastinating. I have a million and one things to do but I can't be arsed and it's too early to scrap the day and go back to bed.

*re-reads*

Fuuuuuuuuuuck. *headdesk*

OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 00:45:03 GMT

OH GOD THE DOG HAS FLEAS AAAARRGGHH

*wibbles*

Er, hi new friendly people! I'll make a properly informative introductory post in a day or two. I'm a little busy with the flailing right now.

ACK. THE DOG, SHE HAS THE FLEAS. SHE CAN HAS FLEAS, PEOPLE, THIS IS NOT FUCKING ON.

Notice how I don't say 'my dog'? She is not in fact my dog. She's the family dog. And yet, when she gets fleas (OMG DO NOT WANT) I am always, always the first to notice, because unlike the rest of the family, my unique chemical odour leads any fleas to believe that I'm an ambulatory all-you-can-eat buffet. In practical terms, this means that when our dog has fleas, I can has them also.

*FFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL*

*EPIC* FLAIL

Fortunately they're just dog fleas - pet-based fleas can't live on human blood for long, just as people can't survive indefinitely on a diet of fast food only. (Can you tell I've had this problem before?) Unfortunately, two have landed on my keyboard as I type this (no, idk how my laptop is still intact either :( ) which means the dog's infested.

LET'S HAVE SOME FLAIL HERE FOR VARIETY

Also, fleas bite. The sting's quite impressive for such little buggers, the bites itch like hell for days because I'm heavily allergic, and I'm only going to get more bites until the fuckers die and fall off in a day or two.

*cries*

it is possible i love mazes too much...

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 23:27:18 GMT

so after much poking at the maze-thing...

http://www.youaremysunshinealbum.com/

OCTOBER 14, 2008? NEW ALBUM MAYBE?

OMG FLAAAAIIIIILLL

Of course, they could be (read: probably are *g*) screwing with us...

Happy Birthday, gracecourage!

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 00:34:25 GMT

And I hope you had the really lovely day that you deserve to have on your birthday! (For those who do not know her,

gracecourage is all sorts of awesome, although I suspect she hides her light under a heavy bushel on occasion.)

I'd hoped to post you your finished goodie today, but it's still not actually finished (it... may still even be *growing*, aargh), so unfortunately I have nothing for you but the best sort of wishes. I'm sorry.

ETA to fix coding. I hate rich text...

hey, Pete Wentz?

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 00:49:38 GMT

Why on earth are you making my flist cry?

No, really... is he okay? Because either my google-fu is spectacularly weak or something's up, normally if it's him doing the posting it gets cross-posted *everywhere*...

tmi, little bro, tmi

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 00:00:28 GMT

My little brother gave my laptop back last night.

B: You weren't okay with me borrowing your laptop, were you?
Me: ...not so much, nope.
B: So I should probably shut up then?
Me: Going away and dying would also be good options for you right now, I think.

*insert 30 minutes here*

B: If I promise never to speak of this again..,
Me: WHAT.
B: Can I borrow your handcuffs?
Me: Keep them.

NOT. AMUSED.

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 23:38:09 GMT

FAIL, folks. EPIC FAIL.

Am currently posting from the family computer (how is it this slow? I've seen Apatosaurus specimens with faster rates of electrical conduction, even without their actual nervous system) because my little brother has hijacked my laptop. Because my mum told him I probably wouldn't mind. This is Not Good. Not only do I currently have open tabs with fic to read in them, not only is AIM set to sign me in automatically (though he did put up an 'I'm not here' message - I got a very strange voice-message from one of my doctor mates, god alone knows what he said to her... o.O) but I also have stuff open with my current WIPs.

This is, in fact, Epically Bad.

Right now, I'm working on:

The Fabulous Life of Edna Mode - mostly gen, based on The Incredibles, which means I'm probably going to have to explain why I'm writing a story based on Disney. Without explaining fanfic. Yeah.
Untitled SPN Fic of Doooooom, aka Frankenbunny - I'm not too worried about this one, because it's long as hell and he won't have the patience for it. I hope. Specifically, I really hope he lacks sufficient patience to make it past the fifth page, which is where the porn starts. The really rather kinky, gay porn, with added incest. I can't actually remember whether or not I referred to Sam and Dean as brothers, although given that he has no idea I'm writing porn in the first place the added taboo might not register. Please?
TAI/Panic/Empires bdsm gsf. Still in the sketchy notes and abbreviations stage. Best case scenario? He finds out that I'm interested in bdsm to the 'knowing an awful lot about it' extent. Worst case is that he realises I'm writing from experience. (Aaaarggh.)
Deflowering Brendon - ficlets. Idk if I used last names for these but homg I hope not. One of them is Brendon/Ray Toro, and he's a huge fan of MCR. *headdesks*

Little brother's currently sat on the couch, typing away to his girlfriend. Afaik, he hasn't looked at me strangely.

YET.

you know you've fallen for bandom really hard when...

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 23:41:44 GMT

... someone talks about going to see a band...

...in another country...

...which is on a different continent...

...and you think, 'hey, that sounds like fun'...

...so you go ahead and DO IT!

***

Dear Ryan and Brendon and Spencer and Jon,

You win. See you in Newark!

Love, Me. &hearts

***

Tomorrow, when I'm feeling less faily and knackered from dealing with whopping great flies, I'm going to break out my inner adult and plan things. \o/

paging dr beelzebub

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 13:42:43 GMT

HOMG FLY INFESTATION BIG FUZZY BUZZY FLIES EVERYWHERE PLS SEND HEEEELLP.

*wibbles* where are they coming from? Zombie me is zombie and I want to go to sleep but I can't because HOMG FLIES THEY'RE HUGE AND MIGHT LAND ON ME.

I do not wish to deal with flies today, unless they are belonging to Thomas Conrad, kthnxgothehellawayfly-bye.

we just howl, all night long

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:08:27 GMT

I went for a walk after tea today. The thunder had stopped, the sun was shining and the world looked freshly-washed. I see it every day, more or less, but tonight it was so insanely beautiful.

I think I might have turned a corner. Fingers crossed, things may finally be looking up.

whether i've said hi or not, this is you

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 23:49:47 GMT

If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

*hearts you all*

aiming to misbehave

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 00:33:28 GMT

Dear Dean Winchester,

Sweetheart, please come home? Sam and I miss you, you're not in any trouble - and look, I even fixed the porn-fu and got out your favourite toys for you guys to play with when we're done. Sam's growing his hair again and he says if you don't come back really soon, he's off to join some emo band and write dodgy lyrics about vampires (I haven't the heart to tell him that's been done already), which will be all your fault for making him learn the drums for your shitty-ass Metallica wannabes when he was fourteen. Seriously though, you and I are on the same side here. I need to finish this thing sometime before psychic angst-boy wrecks my ending, and you probably don't want the beard-burn which is gonna result if you leave it any longer, we are talking epic stubble here if you know what I'm saying.

Talk to me or I'm hiring a Marty-Stu stand-in.

Love, Me -x-

*************************************************************************

Last night I had the most epic Panic-related dream in the history of forever. Panic were all women, I was Jon, the others' names were all the same as usual, hell - in the dream they (we!)were precisely the same people as usual, but with girl-bits. And Ryan, Brendon and Spencer wanted to sleep with me, which went on for a while until Spencer (who in person is raw sex personified, I swear) turned round and went 'okay then, me and you are going to go have sex now'. And Ryan and Brendon were very sad about this.

And I was all 'oh no we can't' because I was filthy and hadn't brushed my teeth for some reason, and she was all 'stfu, what makes you think I'm bothered about that right now' (?!) but I insisted on going and washing and then the whole world found out and were all 'haha lesbians' (the world at this stage was a lot like my high school, ie full of asshats) and Spencer kept pointing at me (!) with her (adorable, seriously) little bitchy face on going 'see what happens when you start giving a crap about hygiene?'

AND THEN! We were in Scotland, in one of Diana Gabaldon's Jamie and Claire books, only it was one of the boring bits where all the men in kilts had gone off fighting, so Spencer and I sat around bitching about how unfair it was that women didn't/couldn't wear kilts back then, and making black puddings. And then we had sex. It was interrupted by Ryan bargeing in to whinge about the shortage of writing paper, but it was really excellent all the same.

I love my sub-conscious dreaming mind, I really do *g*

t in the park

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:54:35 GMT

That. was. awesome.

How so hot, Spencer Smith?