Your emo poems

Shakespeare hates your emo poems.

John Sheppard refuses to admit that he identifies with your emo poems.

Rodney McKay heartlessly mocks your emo poems.

Teyla Emmagan nods understandingly through your emo poems and accidentally steals your emo.

Ronon Dex writes better emo poems.

Aziraphale is very polite about your emo poems.

Crowley isn't.

Brendon Urie draws unicorns on your emo poems.

Jon Walker is too awesome for emo poems.

Gerard Way out-emos your emo poems.

Frank Iero scares your emo poems shitless.

Captain Jack Harkness has sex with your emo poems.

Ianto Jones distracts Jack from your emo poems.

Ten laughs at your emo poems and steals them to give to Shakespeare.

(Shakespeare hates your emo poems.)


Any to add?

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YOU ARE A MOCKERY OF SCIENCE <-- best put-down ever, y/n?

Don't know whether to go to work or doctor today. SO VERY MUCH do not want to eat, and couldn't sleep last night so kinda dazed, and have to keep bracing myself abruptly to combat dizzy, and official fourth day of headache, and can't move neck much. Also other symptoms. OTOH, if I don't go to work, I have to beg Smaller to phone in for me via whiteboard communication, which is kind of massively rude.

Thing: if I go to doctor, I can't afford to go to work.

HELP ME FLIST YOU ARE MY ONLY POPE.


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Does not has mumps. \o/!

I have a viral infection, apparently, and a trapped nerve in my neck. So ibuprofen three times a day until I'm less ouchy. He was going to presribe me something for the dizzy, too, but I can't afford it until Friday so he didn't bother.

There's vomit all down the middle of our street, so apparently the neighbours who kept me up all night last night - I got about two hours sleep - had a very debaucherous evening. Were I petty, vindictive and bad with people, I'd be setting off the smoke alarm about now, and every ten minutes for the next hour or so.

*eyes toaster, speculatively*

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The meme collective:

I can name about seven states, and I'm roughly 78% gay. If you want to ask me any questions feel free, if you want me to ask you any questions, let me know, and if you've been surprised by anything since friending me that's your lookout.

:D

I've replaced tiredness with crack, apparently. Smaller deserves your pity.

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The impression I'm getting from SG:A fandom lately is that Martin Gero, like me, has a very immature interpretation of 'love'. I'll ponder it when I finally get around to watching the episode - by that point everyone'll have lost interest, so I'll feel free to essay about it, unread.

D:

deepsea squid scare the living shit out of me
no matter they're deeper than I will ever see
elbows are one
step from opposable thumbs
and John Wyndham's book still haunts me