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pure FORESHADOWING
02 August 2004 @ 12:44 pm
Dear My Mother,

When I am being friendly? I am not necessarily flirting. When I am flirting? I am not necessarily *flirting* flirting as I am, in fact, an inveterate flirt. However, no matter what *kind* of flirting I'm doing, it's not okay to just announce at random -- SEVERAL TIMES -- Hey, I'm YOUR MOM, YOU KNOW! And it's *really* not okay to make a big deal of "Oh, well, I'll just leave you two alone" *wink wink* Esp. when we are IN THE MIDDLE OF STARBUCKS WHILE HE MAKES ME COFFEE OMIGOD THE EMBARRASSMENT MADE ME WANT TO DIE, K THANKS BYE!

*facepalms* and *cringes*,

Me

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Dear My Cat,

What's up with you jumping into the sink and trying to break all the dishes, huh? Not cool, cat-dude. Not cool at *all*. Also -- the random 'Let's Wake Nifra UP!' feelings that you have? Yeah, ignore those feelings. I will not be affectionate, if struggling out of the arms of sleep. Also, why is it that I talk about sleep like it was a lover? Sad times, man, sad times.

No love,

Me.

**

So you know you've been warped by *yourself* when:

I'm in the movie theater, sitting there, getting ready to watch The Village (about which I have mixed feelings -- on the one hand it's a movie over which Rene Girard would have creamed his pants, on the other, it had moments that made me think 'High school drama?') and there's a trailer for the new Batman movie that's coming out next summer. There's this big huge voice over about vengeance and darkness, and whatever, and there's a shot of the lead actor, looking scruffy and dirty -- and so I said *out loud* "So now you're too tortured to *bathe*? Way to be a crazy dirty psycho, there, Batfreak."

My mother turned to me, and said "WHAT?"

I coughed, and muttered something vague about the comic books, when IN REALITY it was just my Nifra Sue-ish tendencies coming to life. Excuse me while I go...lie down and try to think about this for a while.

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Congrats to lastscorpion for winning sv_undercover!

My story was -- well, I thought the title was pretty obviously something only Lyra or I would come up with because, to quote rageprufrock "it comes from one of those lesbian poetry books only you two read". *giggles madly* Oh how I love that girl.

Anyway, so yes, my story was Stirred Only By the Wind, a Jon/Martha story.

I know. I was as shocked by that pairing as you were. Ask svmadelyn how hard it was for me. Because -- really, really hard. *shakes heads and whimpers*
 
 
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pure FORESHADOWING
02 August 2004 @ 02:25 pm
My life? Sucks. And why, why does it suck I ask you?

BECAUSE IT INCLUDES LIZARD DEATH.

No, that is not a euphamism. Yes, I do mean actual lizards actually dying.

My brother's pet lizard in fact -- a gekko. Just...dead. And I go to check on it today, and find this death, with accompanying death stench and certain bug life. I then proceeded to CLOROX EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE THAT MAY HAVE EVER HAD CONTACT WITH THE LIZARD EVER!!!!!!!

I may be high off the fumes. I may just be THAT DISGUSTED.

Excuse me while I go bathe in lysol for the next, oh say, FIVE YEARS.
 
 
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