And in other news...
Nov. 12th, 2003 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyDon't read this, G.
Bigger is bugging me. She insists, should I use anything of hers, that I wash it up and put it away. If I listen to a CD, it must go back in its case. Yet... the rules seem not to apply in return. My Smashing Pumpkins is scratched to shit because she left it on the floor, and my knife, also known as The Only Knife That Works*, was crudded with orange goop and attached to a plate. Grr.
*What can I say? My knife has an ego. I'm not mentioning it, because it's a definite improvement on when it was calling itself TUFKAK (The Utensil Formerly Known As Knife) and insisting on its own section of the cutlery drawer.
Bigger also has quiche, which is contributing to my bitterness somewhat. Aah, how I love quiche. Except... well, that spelling doesn't suggest keesh, to me. It suggests that Real Men Eat Kwitchy.
I can't believe it! A small child tried to out-metal me! When I was 15, I liked Korn. I've pretty much grown out of them now, but I was amused when I saw a small child wearing my hoody.
"Hey! I have that hoody!" says I.
"Oh yeah?" says small child, little eyebrow raised. "And how long've you had it, then?" Disdainfully. Grr.
"Longer than *you've* been around, Sonny Jim," says I, and whack him about the shins with my walking stick.
I have new tea, called "tickety boo". I was terribly excited by this; it seems so very English, and I'm convinced that Dumbledore would drink it, and would take great pleasure in offering it to Snape.
"Tickety boo, Severus?"
"I'd rather kiss Lupin, headmaster."
"Well naturally. However, the question remains- tea?"
I was just talking to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
copperbadge and mentioned my deep love of this tea. I think perhaps I was a little too excited. Nny/Tea is the new OTP, replacing Nny/Squick. Which is probably a good thing.
And I just read that little segment back. It was supposed to sound like Snupin! Not crazy ass Dumbledore/Lupin ohgodeeewwwwnoiwillcurlupinacornerandhidenow...
I must revise the phonetic alphabet for a test on Thursday. What better way to do it than to write phonetic smut?
"Ah, so *that* symbol is /o/ as in cock, that's /e/ as in Remus, and /u/ as in fuck. What's the symbol for the /a/ sound in Snape?"
Somehow I think that the examples I'll be remembering may not be the ones mentioned in the revision booklet.
Had a quick nap before I came to the computer room. Very odd dream.
Won't go into detail, but I was in the back of a car with a whole bunch of people, having intense discussion about various things. I was trotting out all these cliches, embarassingly cliched phrases, and everyone was nodding like I was saying something profound. When I woke up, I was vaguely disturbed, worrying what it said about my opinions of my writing... then I reconsidered.
Man, Seth Green was in the car. And he totally wanted to shag me. Screw the subtext- I should've stayed asleep longer!
And that, my friends, is my day in a nutshell.
*g*
Bigger is bugging me. She insists, should I use anything of hers, that I wash it up and put it away. If I listen to a CD, it must go back in its case. Yet... the rules seem not to apply in return. My Smashing Pumpkins is scratched to shit because she left it on the floor, and my knife, also known as The Only Knife That Works*, was crudded with orange goop and attached to a plate. Grr.
*What can I say? My knife has an ego. I'm not mentioning it, because it's a definite improvement on when it was calling itself TUFKAK (The Utensil Formerly Known As Knife) and insisting on its own section of the cutlery drawer.
Bigger also has quiche, which is contributing to my bitterness somewhat. Aah, how I love quiche. Except... well, that spelling doesn't suggest keesh, to me. It suggests that Real Men Eat Kwitchy.
I can't believe it! A small child tried to out-metal me! When I was 15, I liked Korn. I've pretty much grown out of them now, but I was amused when I saw a small child wearing my hoody.
"Hey! I have that hoody!" says I.
"Oh yeah?" says small child, little eyebrow raised. "And how long've you had it, then?" Disdainfully. Grr.
"Longer than *you've* been around, Sonny Jim," says I, and whack him about the shins with my walking stick.
I have new tea, called "tickety boo". I was terribly excited by this; it seems so very English, and I'm convinced that Dumbledore would drink it, and would take great pleasure in offering it to Snape.
"Tickety boo, Severus?"
"I'd rather kiss Lupin, headmaster."
"Well naturally. However, the question remains- tea?"
I was just talking to
copperbadge and mentioned my deep love of this tea. I think perhaps I was a little too excited. Nny/Tea is the new OTP, replacing Nny/Squick. Which is probably a good thing.And I just read that little segment back. It was supposed to sound like Snupin! Not crazy ass Dumbledore/Lupin ohgodeeewwwwnoiwillcurlupinacornerandhidenow...
I must revise the phonetic alphabet for a test on Thursday. What better way to do it than to write phonetic smut?
"Ah, so *that* symbol is /o/ as in cock, that's /e/ as in Remus, and /u/ as in fuck. What's the symbol for the /a/ sound in Snape?"
Somehow I think that the examples I'll be remembering may not be the ones mentioned in the revision booklet.
Had a quick nap before I came to the computer room. Very odd dream.
Won't go into detail, but I was in the back of a car with a whole bunch of people, having intense discussion about various things. I was trotting out all these cliches, embarassingly cliched phrases, and everyone was nodding like I was saying something profound. When I woke up, I was vaguely disturbed, worrying what it said about my opinions of my writing... then I reconsidered.
Man, Seth Green was in the car. And he totally wanted to shag me. Screw the subtext- I should've stayed asleep longer!
And that, my friends, is my day in a nutshell.
*g*
