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Nasty, nasty spider ladies with hooks on their backs. I need to fling a vine from a floating flower, open the abdomen. Save the dog.
Goddamn, I can't get it right. I tried for hours last night, but only accomplished irritation. Fucking Okami. Fucking video games.
Perdurabo? The movie. It appears to only remotely be related to Crowley, as my research seems to show. I wish I knew more Spanish, but my skills only extend to saying things like The devil is in my pants and No mi gusto. I could have sworn there was supposed to be a movie coming out about his life, but I can't find any information on it. Google has failed me once again, my darlings.
So many books I am currently reading. Two different zombie related books (Undead and Philosophy: Chicken Soup for the Soulless and World War Z, both very good), a Joyce Carol Oates book whose name is escaping me, The Omnivore's Dilemna, a book about Charles Addams, and Rats: Observations on the History and Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants. My brain, she is reaching maximum capacity!
As a college student, I have been spending my winter break playing video games and drinking far too much. Saturday night, I spent surrounded by very good friends of mine that I see far too infrequently. I drank an entire bottle of Perrier Jouet and proclaimed myself to be the classiest drunk ever. I came very close to the drunken I love you, man speeches, but held back and only leaned on people. A lovely mixture of strawberries, bananas, sugar, ginger, and sweet red wine was consumed, standing up in my kitchen. Mouthfuls of whipped cream made it lovelier and I laughed so much my head spun in circles. I talked about physics until my brain pulsed, and watched terrible shark movies. I love my friends terribly.
There is nothing in this world like a champagne drunk.
This weekend, I hope to see bellydancers and eat savory eggplant with perfumed fingers. Then perhaps, more wine.
Goddamn, I can't get it right. I tried for hours last night, but only accomplished irritation. Fucking Okami. Fucking video games.
Perdurabo? The movie. It appears to only remotely be related to Crowley, as my research seems to show. I wish I knew more Spanish, but my skills only extend to saying things like The devil is in my pants and No mi gusto. I could have sworn there was supposed to be a movie coming out about his life, but I can't find any information on it. Google has failed me once again, my darlings.
So many books I am currently reading. Two different zombie related books (Undead and Philosophy: Chicken Soup for the Soulless and World War Z, both very good), a Joyce Carol Oates book whose name is escaping me, The Omnivore's Dilemna, a book about Charles Addams, and Rats: Observations on the History and Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants. My brain, she is reaching maximum capacity!
As a college student, I have been spending my winter break playing video games and drinking far too much. Saturday night, I spent surrounded by very good friends of mine that I see far too infrequently. I drank an entire bottle of Perrier Jouet and proclaimed myself to be the classiest drunk ever. I came very close to the drunken I love you, man speeches, but held back and only leaned on people. A lovely mixture of strawberries, bananas, sugar, ginger, and sweet red wine was consumed, standing up in my kitchen. Mouthfuls of whipped cream made it lovelier and I laughed so much my head spun in circles. I talked about physics until my brain pulsed, and watched terrible shark movies. I love my friends terribly.
There is nothing in this world like a champagne drunk.
This weekend, I hope to see bellydancers and eat savory eggplant with perfumed fingers. Then perhaps, more wine.
