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Mar. 9th, 2005 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI am full of cheese. Lots of cheese. I had a cheese toastie and also cheese and ungyan pringles and also cheesecake.
I am also full of wine since flatmates give me dregs. Dregs of two bottles add up to four and a half glasses. And that's pretty good too. All the cheese and wine I feel like a table in a side bar at a concert. We met there, do you remember? I was in the red gingham table cloth, you were in the ridiculous black dress, your eyes met my cheese and pineapple on sticks across a crowded room...
You know what makes me happy? Love. Love makes me happy. Not for me because it hasn't worked yet. But when people I love have love, that makes me happy. And there are different ways of loving people. Some people you love because they make you happy, just by being them. And you want to reciprocate. And it doesn't have to be in any way physical, you never even have to meet them, but you can love 'em just the same.
Some people you love because you want to jump their bones. But this kind of love seems to me to be transitory. Or whatever that word is. If it isn't, then totally jump 'em. 'cos if that kind of thing lasts that's impressive. Because everyone gets crinkly eventually. And the crinkliness can rarely be pulled off with panache.
Some people you love because you need them. And some people you need because you love them. And the second one is better, I think. Although I can't say I know from personal experience. Make a little birdhouse in your appropriate playlist.
Some people you love enough to hope they find someone that can make 'em as happy as you'd like to. And that's impressive, but painful.
But I think the bestest of all kind of love friendy love. The kind of love where you trust and you can argue with 'em and not worry and you can talk all day and all night and all day and fall asleep knowing there was more you could have talked about, and knowing that you could have this feeling with 'em for pretty much the whole of both your lives.
I'm not making a point. I don't have a point to make. I'm gonna go RP some more.
:)
I am also full of wine since flatmates give me dregs. Dregs of two bottles add up to four and a half glasses. And that's pretty good too. All the cheese and wine I feel like a table in a side bar at a concert. We met there, do you remember? I was in the red gingham table cloth, you were in the ridiculous black dress, your eyes met my cheese and pineapple on sticks across a crowded room...
You know what makes me happy? Love. Love makes me happy. Not for me because it hasn't worked yet. But when people I love have love, that makes me happy. And there are different ways of loving people. Some people you love because they make you happy, just by being them. And you want to reciprocate. And it doesn't have to be in any way physical, you never even have to meet them, but you can love 'em just the same.
Some people you love because you want to jump their bones. But this kind of love seems to me to be transitory. Or whatever that word is. If it isn't, then totally jump 'em. 'cos if that kind of thing lasts that's impressive. Because everyone gets crinkly eventually. And the crinkliness can rarely be pulled off with panache.
Some people you love because you need them. And some people you need because you love them. And the second one is better, I think. Although I can't say I know from personal experience. Make a little birdhouse in your appropriate playlist.
Some people you love enough to hope they find someone that can make 'em as happy as you'd like to. And that's impressive, but painful.
But I think the bestest of all kind of love friendy love. The kind of love where you trust and you can argue with 'em and not worry and you can talk all day and all night and all day and fall asleep knowing there was more you could have talked about, and knowing that you could have this feeling with 'em for pretty much the whole of both your lives.
I'm not making a point. I don't have a point to make. I'm gonna go RP some more.
:)
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Date: 2005-03-08 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:08 pm (UTC)DRUNK NNY IS MADE OF LASER BEAMS AND FRIED GLASS!
I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE GLASS IS FRIED. PERHAPS IT WAS HAVING A FAT DAY.
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:10 pm (UTC)*poings*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 07:33 pm (UTC)THE GREAT EYE SEES ALL! YOU ARE NAKED IN THE DARK AND SHIT!
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 07:50 pm (UTC)Actually that's a lie it's never naked time unless you are paul bettany when it is always always naked time
*tuts*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:52 pm (UTC)Hee. Mmm... Paul Bettany...
I'm afraid only one girl gets to see me all naked. Sorry!
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:54 pm (UTC)With the WOOO!
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:56 pm (UTC)*bounces* Weeee!
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:03 pm (UTC)*now wants to make that into an icon*
*throws bread at Nny*
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:06 pm (UTC)If I had ANY IDEA how to use photoshop and if photoshop wasn't in SPANISH OMG HOW DO YOU CHANGE THE LANGUAGE I would totally make it a colour bar. Because it is very very true.
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:07 pm (UTC)And weeee espanol! Or however you spell it.
*continues to throw bread, to see if drunk!Nny quacks*
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:09 pm (UTC)*does happy dance and frolicks with the butterflies*
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 07:25 pm (UTC)The end.
*runs away*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:39 pm (UTC)*sniffles*
Date: 2005-03-08 07:47 pm (UTC)S'true!
Re: *sniffles*
Date: 2005-03-08 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 07:41 pm (UTC)*puts you inna box, blah blah quotes Oliver! more blah*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:52 pm (UTC)*oompahpahs about. Has small marching band*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:58 pm (UTC)(The rip-offosity in question belonging to "Who Will Buy . . . ?")
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:05 pm (UTC)AND YET!
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:08 pm (UTC)AND YET MIDGET PIRATES!
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:27 pm (UTC)Unlike normal midgets who are usually bright, and clever, and fun to be around...
*snickers*
Also like song you sent yes!
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-08 08:43 pm (UTC)*squeeeeeeshes* Good night, m'lovely.
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:43 pm (UTC)Drunk or not, sekritly channeling Brian or not, you are awesome, Grandpa, and I love you. <3
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:53 pm (UTC)*hits with walking stick*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:54 pm (UTC)Or at least, she is my father, and you are HER father.
It was declared such!
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:55 pm (UTC)do i get a zimmer frame?
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:14 pm (UTC)Heck, wench, I already gave it to you, don't TELL me you lost it...
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:26 pm (UTC):(
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Date: 2005-03-08 08:28 pm (UTC)Um um um in that case: