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thejunipertree) wrote2003-04-23 01:06 pm
thejunipertree) wrote2003-04-23 01:06 pm
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run, run rabbit!
I am most tired. Running, running ragged all week long in an attempt to gather last minutes for Wemble's wedding this Saturday.
Allow me for a moment to rant about how she's having her wedding at ten in the morning, which means I have to be picked up at TEN OF FUCKING SEVEN Saturday morning to have my hair braided. *spit*
We went out last night, in search of a big and blue pimp ring for me to wear in the wedding, to match the dress. None was to be found. Goblin Market is sadly lacking in pimp rings, big or blue. Whoremasters!
I did, however, buy a small pair of silver earrings which are indescribable. Actually, I'm just too retarded to describe them correctly. They're kind of hoopy. But, not. And there's intricate work on them. So. Yeah.
I also bought a half a pound of dark chocolate covered pretzels, which are my Kryptonite. Yessss, my preciousssss.
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I hate the word 'mellow'. I truly do. It conjures smarmy images in my head that can not be erased and it is not an enjoyable experience for me. I am not a mellow person. I am ultra-violence, damnit!
Even when my body is at rest, I am not feeling 'mellow'. If I'm lying around in the living room, covered in a blanket and smoking a goddamn joint, I am still not 'mellow'. I'm LAZY. Not 'mellow'. When I sit still, I still twitch. I think there's just too much residual speed from my college years and caffeine from my now years for me to ever truly relax.
'Mellow'. *hork*
Oh, how I hate that word.
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Also.
Everyone in my office who has no idea who Nina Simone was deserves a boot to the throat. Preferably my boot doing the throating.
The people in my office who only know who she is because of that stupid Bridget Fonda movie "Point of No Return" get an extra special boot throating.
Ingrates.
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And don't me I'm looking 'mellow'.
Not EVER AGAIN YOU HORSE FUCKER. (1.)
(1.) Upon peril of my wrath will any of you comedians on my friends list or not on my friends list post some yakkity yak about me being, looking, sounding, or feeling 'mellow'. I'll never speak to you again. (2.)
(2.) I fucking mean this shit, too. (3.)
(3.) if there's even any mention in my comments section of this word, I'll press the shiny happy delete button. Don't push me.
Allow me for a moment to rant about how she's having her wedding at ten in the morning, which means I have to be picked up at TEN OF FUCKING SEVEN Saturday morning to have my hair braided. *spit*
We went out last night, in search of a big and blue pimp ring for me to wear in the wedding, to match the dress. None was to be found. Goblin Market is sadly lacking in pimp rings, big or blue. Whoremasters!
I did, however, buy a small pair of silver earrings which are indescribable. Actually, I'm just too retarded to describe them correctly. They're kind of hoopy. But, not. And there's intricate work on them. So. Yeah.
I also bought a half a pound of dark chocolate covered pretzels, which are my Kryptonite. Yessss, my preciousssss.
---
I hate the word 'mellow'. I truly do. It conjures smarmy images in my head that can not be erased and it is not an enjoyable experience for me. I am not a mellow person. I am ultra-violence, damnit!
Even when my body is at rest, I am not feeling 'mellow'. If I'm lying around in the living room, covered in a blanket and smoking a goddamn joint, I am still not 'mellow'. I'm LAZY. Not 'mellow'. When I sit still, I still twitch. I think there's just too much residual speed from my college years and caffeine from my now years for me to ever truly relax.
'Mellow'. *hork*
Oh, how I hate that word.
----
Also.
Everyone in my office who has no idea who Nina Simone was deserves a boot to the throat. Preferably my boot doing the throating.
The people in my office who only know who she is because of that stupid Bridget Fonda movie "Point of No Return" get an extra special boot throating.
Ingrates.
---
And don't me I'm looking 'mellow'.
Not EVER AGAIN YOU HORSE FUCKER. (1.)
(1.) Upon peril of my wrath will any of you comedians on my friends list or not on my friends list post some yakkity yak about me being, looking, sounding, or feeling 'mellow'. I'll never speak to you again. (2.)
(2.) I fucking mean this shit, too. (3.)
(3.) if there's even any mention in my comments section of this word, I'll press the shiny happy delete button. Don't push me.
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Like you, I am never 'mellow.' I am 'calm.' Perhaps 'placid.'
YES
Now you will probably never speak to me again.
But I didn't use the word-that-cannot-be-said.
(I like that you hate words with the same passion I do.)
Re: YES
I have lists upon lists of words with I absolutely DESPISE and can't cope with hearing.
Also.
The word 'mellow' brings to mind the opening sequence of that tv show 'Cheers'. Everyone knows your name and all that crap. They use these old photographs in the sequence of people hanging out in a bar, which is presumbed to be Cheers. The ending photograph is the epitome of the word 'mellow'. And I. Fucking. Hate. It.
Also also!
'Lover'. GAHGAHGAHGAHGAH!!!
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Phil Collins is on my enemy list because of that song "a groovy kind of love." What the hell was he thinking, writing something so daft?
That word should not exist.
Even if you have a Spider Jerusalem icon, I hate you. Mostly for putting that song into my head.
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and on a completely different note..
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Re: and on a completely different note..
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BTW how is the knitting coming along? I finally am starting to get the hang of crocheting.. it gives me something to do at work besides gauging my eyes out with a dull pencil... :)
Re: and on a completely different note..
Because you used THAT WORD!
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