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First off--if you've friended me recently? Hi! Because I've been paying serious amounts of non-attention, but hi! And welcome! And if you feel like dropping a line to say hi, you can totally do that.

Places to Go

velena talks about Brian, Justin, and Ethan, which is highly thoughtful and really GOOD, and I'm organizing my thoughts, since I hate when people say smart things that I can't disagree with. Grr. 'Cause I can't, except with the oldest argument in the shipper book.

I'm OTP. And when I say this, I mean, I am OTP, keep it capitalized. So every time I argue, I already know I'm going to come out of it on the weak end. But I can deal with that. So I plan to use Big Words. Hear that, velena? Big, big, multisyllable words. Possibly foreign ones as well. I'm going to bond with the thesaurus. THEN we'll see. *looks determined*

Also, I'm going to have coffee.

*grins* She's SO cool. Go read.

Everyone is fleeing to http://www.greatestjournal.com. I, being a lemming, have an account there now. Because I was uploading stuff and had nothing else to do while it was uploading. However, I have an acount at Blurty, too, and that poor thing hasn't seen me in ages. I don't have a journalfen account, but that's because a.) I'd have to ask for codes and I freak out at the idea of asking anyone and b.) because I feel the need to be vaguely rebellious, but honestly, I have no idea what I was rebelling against.

Other Things

Earlier today, I had to make a run to the store and okay, this is the stupidest thing ever, but it amused the hell out of me, since I'm still mulling the incomprehensibility of Underworld. IT all relates, trust me.



Before you go further, this is a vanity post, 'kay?

Anyway, for those who aren't playing the homegame, I started new antibiotics from Very Young Hot But Kinda Not Trusted Doctor and a steroid to clear up the sinus infection that Has Taken Over My Life. So okay, I feel drained, so I wore my drained at-home clothes. Grey shirt, flannel, jeans I had in high school, and these dear God are they horrifying black ankle boots. No socks, I couldn't be bothered to find any, even dirty ones. I was in the car almost to teh store when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I had this--thing in my hair, because I'd been cleaning my closet (thats' what you do when you feel like shit--write in the LJ and clean your shoes out) and I'd twisted my hair up in it. So okay, this realization that I didn't just look like shit--I actually personified the dictionary definition. Plus, I caught on to the fact my eyeliner that I'd thought I'd washed off last night hadn't washed off. And also, spit scrubbing only makes the problem more desperate.

I actually almost stopped the vehicle thinking, okay, how self-centered am I to want to *drive home* and *change clothes*, and *fix my hair* just so I can go to a convenience store to buy a soda and a lottery ticket? For those who know me, you think, ah, she turned around and went home.

Unfortunately, I was in view of the store in question, so I just went with it, thinking, it's Sunday, no one's there.

Right. Because it's Sunday, the entire SUNDAY SERVICE CONTIGENT was out in force. I mean, everyone in the finest of apparrel (and great shoes, and good hair, and gah) wandering around buying slurpees and I assume whatever snack food is appropriate following worship. Swarming, a great deal like killer bees, and I think I could have handled that, but then, of course, because this is how life is, several people I knew were wandering around outside with the slurpee and food item thing. And they looked very good, and I really didn't, and I'm shallow. I am so shallow.

Did I mention my jeans had a variety of unattractive stains, holes, and the shoes are really, really ugly?

Take two--turn around now.

I have only two actual modes of going anywhere--one, the sneak in approach. I stand near hte wall and sidle until I'm where I want to be, preferably in a shadowy area with a wall to my back, where I can slide in and out with none the wiser. The second requires alcohol or a really, really spectacularly good mood of not caring, which is, barreling in, and I was up for neither of these.

Years ago, in speech, we had those speech things, and all of us used to talk about the ways we dealt with stuff like that. You know--crowd naked, everyone is your parents, blah blah blah, cope cope cope. I've never had issues with public speaking (I'm aware how weird this is considering the above, but performances are a different kettle of fish than actual genuine interaction), so I zoned out on a lot, but while sitting in my vehicle, feeling like I could not face this, I thought--

Of mafia vampires. With the leather and the guns. And how pretty they were. And you see where this is going, right?

So I imagined, and I kid you not, that I had two of them that would shoot at anyone who looked at my shoes disparagingly. Not to mention my hair. Also, I made sure my glasses were clean. And I got my soda and got out. And also, wondered if I was sane.

But now I feel like seeing that movie was worth the money, because I now have my safety zone. I am followed by a pair of mafia vampires when I look bad, and they shoot at people who mock my shoes.

I'm supposed to be writing about Brian in pajamas and make my bank website come up so I can make a payment, but instead, I wrote this. Now I shall return to the pajama thing and the bank.

Mock at will.


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That is brilliant. Mafia vampires to protect you on the grungy days. I need to hire a few of those. Nope, I would like to think that they work for the sheer pleasure of killing people who mention that my pants are too short and that my socks don't match. Yeah.

Mostly just commenting to say hi- I recently friended you. I have been a fan of your writing for awhile and just started with the whole lj thing, so thought I would find out what else you had to say. Turns out pretty damn entertaining. Great idea.

Nope, I would like to think that they work for the sheer pleasure of killing people who mention that my pants are too short and that my socks don't match. Yeah.

I totally agree--the ones you want are in it for sheer love of the kill, you know? Not the sell-out vampires we have so many problems with these days.

Mostly just commenting to say hi- I recently friended you. I have been a fan of your writing for awhile and just started with the whole lj thing, so thought I would find out what else you had to say. Turns out pretty damn entertaining. Great idea.

Welcome to LJ! *waves merrily on artificial nacho cheese high* Glad you're enjoying the atmosphere of happy unreason.

It's sad that right now, I'm trying to remember if there's any more artificial nacho cheese to eat. Like crack, but far more fattening.

I would mock you, but I am afraid of your mafia vampires.

*narrowed eyes*

Were you looking at my shoes?

No. No, my eyes were very firmly directed at the lovely pavement by your shoes. It's a fine example of its type. Your shoes...were almost completely out of my line of vision.

no mocking here - in fact, I want me some of those mafia vampires. any chance I can borrow a couple for those days when one really really isn't fit for human company?

The pretty ones are always available for any and all of your antisocial needs. And they never, ever eat everything in the fridge when youre gone. I find that *so* endearing.

*is very intimidated*

snicker

Oh, and as for the rest of your post (*smacks self* I always do this)...

I get so vain when going out in public. I actually took the time to brush my teeth and put in contacts just to go down to the boys' hallway on the first floor, even though it's like ten o'clock and I'll be taking my contacts out in an hour anyway.

And what is greatestjournal.com? I've heard so much about it...

Well, its that place with teh 1000 icons. Seriously, that is all i know. *grins* Lemming, lemming, lemming. I swear, if LJland jumped a cliff, I'd be along going, huh, funness.

It's *so* sad.

And just wait utnil I'm conscious enough to get to my thesaurus.

I am a sheep, and set up an account at gj.com as well.

I will be waiting.

*clutches the OED*

I have my own mafia vampires, so I WILL mock you, and your shoes.

Write, write, write! I want my pajama fic, and I want it now!

*giggles* later.

*sticks out tongue*

It's HARD. Like--something very very hard. When I can think of a sufficient comparison, I will psot it.

YOU are mean. I'm just sayin'.

*sticks out tongue again, for fun*

*I'm* not mean, my mafia vampire bodyguards are the meanies. They won't let me play with my whips, and they've taken away all the other toys too. You know, the cattle prods, the manacles that'll chain you to the desk, the midnight oil that burns quite nicely on recalcitrant writers...

Maybe I'll just crawl into my pajamas, pour a nice glass of whine, and sit down to read a good story. A good one! One of yours! Not any of that badfic; the slushy mushy short-chaptered dross that creeps into my computer by inches and lodges there in lieu of worthwhile words.

Yes.

I'm one of your recently friended'ers.
I'll see your lemming, and raise you a sheep. This GJ rush *is* pretty massive, innit?

And since I've only recently friended you, I'll wait awhile before attempting any form of mockery (even with the mafia vampires), if that's all right with you. :)

*giggles* Okay, now I want a sheep icon, just for the hell of it. Making note now.

And yes, I kept staring at my friendslist, watching the migration, thinking, okay, WHAT? Because I always notice these things years after everyone else.

*waves* Welcome! And thank you muchly for dropping a comment!

Email on it's way! w/attachment

I've got a present for you... check your email.

*hugs Jenn* Okay, this is why I love you.

Most people go to a bad but pretty vampire flick and walk out bitching about it and rolling their eyes.

You turn it into something positive and use it as a great way of showing off a bit of attitude.

Love ya! *hugs*

*basks*

*more*

*a few more minutes....*

Right. *g* At eight dollars a ticket, I had to come out of that thing with something besides a crush on teh actress and a really strong need to wear an all latex bodysuit for Halloween this year.

I choose mafia vampires. And one day, I'm going to make an icon for this, too. *smiles winningly*


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