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Permalink Y’know what I love? That vaguely ill feeling you get after eating something that you really didn’t want. Eh. So, I’ve gotten sucked into looking at pics of the Vampirella models, cause, um. Well, Mel made me a button for skin me… using her favorite Vampi model, and can I just say, “yum!”
Debating putting contact info on the sidebar. On the one hand, I can’t imagine anyone who doesn’t already have it coming here, nor can I imagine anyone who might stumble here by accident wanting it, but on the other hand, weirder things have happened. Of course with my luck I’d get a bunch of teenyboppers emailing me telling me that Joey’s gross and Lance is scary and what the hell is Queen and Justin’s the cutest, duh! and then I’d just have to kill everyone.
On second thought? That’s not that bad an idea….
sounds like eminem/britney, “oops! …the real slim shady did it again”
Permalink A little something I found in a livejournal somewhere. I believe it was through This is Yesterday. Anyway, I thought it was shnifty, so here goes.
Choose a band. Answer the questions with lyrics from their songs. Des-chan sez “Queen” and so it shall be. ^^
1. Are you male or female? I’m lord of all darkness, I’m Queen of the night
2. Describe yourself: Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round
3. How do others feel about you? Drop of a hat she’s as willing as / Playful as a pussy cat / Then momentarily out of action / Temporarily out of gas
4. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse: As a matter of fact / You’re getting used to life without him in your way
5. What would you rather be doing? I want to ride my bicycle / I want to ride it where I like
6. Describe where you live: (Dreaming) So quiet and peaceful / (Dreaming) Tranquil and blissful
7. Describe how you love: You will remember / When this is blown over / And everything’s all by the way / When I grow older / I will be there at your side to remind you / How I still love you
8. Share a few words of wisdom: No wrong, no right / I’m gonna tell you there’s no black and no white / No blood, no stain / All we need is one world wide vision
Permalink Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you’re Megatron!
Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron. Go outside and burn some animals, because you’re worth it.
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Permalink Yes, alright, I made my own blogsticker. Whaaaaaat? Melly told me to! *hides behind Amelia*
Permalink I just got done telling Amelia this bizarre faerie tale about a hideously hairy prince named Sinjun, his magic harp, and a Robed Stranger. It was off the top of my head, really, and told largely in a hope to distract her from a bout of stomach pains, and I wish now I’d gotten it on tape, because psychotic as it was, it was something of a gem. Something about the idea of someone who hates to have people listen to him play, and then falls in love without even realizing it with someone who insists that they can’t hear him play even when sitting beside him is mildly awesome. The fact that I had no idea where it was going, even within a single sentence, was a kick I haven’t had since I was very small and used to scrawl squiggly lines on a piece of paper and then trot off to the kitchen and “read” them to my mother while she made dinner. Also? I really liked how I ended it, with Sinjun, now a king, brought back to his Stranger by his dying mother and her trusted handmaiden, being informed that after the wedding he would be playing his harp for the sheer joy of it again, because he was proposing, wasn’t he? and Sinjun and the Stranger bantering back and forth a bit, before finally confessing that yes, they do mind each other’s faults, but not enough to keep them apart.
“Do you mind? That I can’t hear you play?”
“I do. But not enough. Do you mind that I’m so hairy?”
“I do…but not enough.”
Permalink PG-13
Now we’re getting somewhere – your actions are now past pre-teen level, and you’re beginning to display some more mature content in your life. Which Movie Classification Are You?
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