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05 April 2005 @ 07:26 am
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Hours of sleep gotten in the past three or four days: Somewhere under sixteen?
Amount of pages written in the past nine hours: THIRTY ONE. I AM A GOLDEN GOD.
Amount of coffee consumed: I lost track around ten or so. In my defense, it was wussy coffee, and it was hot, and that helped my throat.
Ability to speak: Like unto that of a newborn babe, yet much, much less able to make shrieky noises. I can kind of squeak, and click. So I'm a little like a dolphin, but with legs.
Ways that metaphor sucked: Myriad.
Times I've compulsively brushed teeth, in order to soothe nerves: Many, many.
Cigarettes smoked: None! The kid, she can be taught! Smoking when -- sick? I don't even know if that's what I am -- is a bad idea!
Candy eaten: None! I win so much!
Things I've destroyed: Accidentally, I destroyed a holder of blank cds I had. On purpose I destroyed a cardboard box that had offended me.
Truth in the statement that my life is not like other people's: God, more than I can even say.
Hey, is that Elvis outside of my window?: It very well might be. You think I'm kidding and I'm way, way not.
 
 
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byob: pinup-Tararbyob_kenobi on April 5th, 2005 11:57 am (UTC)
Truth in the statement that my life is not like other people's: God, more than I can even say.

I hear you, babe.
BUT HARRY STYLES: HOR by brooklinegirlestrella30 on April 5th, 2005 12:56 pm (UTC)
we should get together. we could flap our hands and wave our arms and shriek at each other.

*pets you*
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on April 5th, 2005 02:14 pm (UTC)
we should get together. we could flap our hands and wave our arms and shriek at each other.

I would possibly pay money to see that.

(Also, Nif: I <3 you. *snug tight*)
shayheyredshayheyred on April 5th, 2005 02:50 pm (UTC)
Now that I've actually met you, I love you even more than I did just reading your journal.

And I fear you.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on April 5th, 2005 03:05 pm (UTC)
And I fear you.

Ahaha. Yes. Yes, Shay. BE VERY VERY AFEARED.

Adoable Frunk: goodpodlyra_sena on April 5th, 2005 03:06 pm (UTC)
That's totally Elvis outside your window. Along with the magnets in your person and the sex goats in your mind. Oh, how the mighty have crumbled.

Celli: candlecelli on April 5th, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
31 pages? DUDE. *gives you a gold star*
Siobhansiobhan_w on April 5th, 2005 05:24 pm (UTC)
Hey, is that Elvis outside of my window?: It very well might be. You think I'm kidding and I'm way, way not.

Whenever I pull an all-nighter I usually think I see Elvis sitting on the hood of my car. Of course, I live in Vegas so there's a good chance Elvis *is* sitting on the hood of my car. *g*
Kay Delucauntappedbeauty on April 5th, 2005 06:53 pm (UTC)
Hee! Maybe it's just all this talk about Elvis, but if you look at your icon from just the right angle, Tom looks a lot like Elvis. I think it's the hair and the eyes.
Kay Delucauntappedbeauty on April 5th, 2005 06:54 pm (UTC)
Your 31 pages make my little 3-page paper look like chicken feed. Yet I still have no desire to write mine. Meh.
Epistolary Smackepistolarysmack on April 19th, 2005 11:19 pm (UTC)
This has got to be the coolest LJ on the planet. Rock. On.