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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.
 
 
Current Mood: quixoticquixotic
Current Music: Overkill-Colin Hay
 
 
 
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 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.