I am going to go to bed now.

[nirix5]

But first: "Karma has been ass raping us. Karma is in prison and has been saving up the butter packets for lube because it's gonna ride us all bareback."

I don't know if that's verbatim. But it's damn close.

Met Bill/Bearclaw tonight. We discussed various cosmic coincidences- like, I had two figure skating dreams in a row, wore a figure skating shirt today, and when I went into Lock 24 to buy a Shirley Temple, there was a stand-up comic telling figure skating jokes.

(Note to God: Okay. I get the point.)

Also discussed how OMG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD/THE RAPTURE/THE END OF THEY MAYAN CALENDAR IN 2012 WITH NICK LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO HOLY SHIT WEIRD!!!!

And zombies. We talked about zombies. I fed some ducks and plotted on how to kidnap the ducklings.

Quack.

Comments

[insaneartgurl.livejournal.com]

Hey speaking of zombies (and at this point I assume if you met Bearclaw it was while he and Jay were doing the chill thing), did you tell Jason our grand and glorious plans to go see Land of the Dead? 'Cause I think I keep forgetting to mention it (I should know if I've said anything about it, huh? lol), and his boss has been scheduling him on Mondays, so we might have to do it another day...

[nirix5.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Nope. I totally didn't. Which is odd, considering the subject matter.

Bah. Scheduling sucks. Hardcore. I wish we were all rich kids who didn't have to work.

[insaneartgurl.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, maybe we should write to our congressman about getting rich.

And maybe you could ask the ducklings to help you find your lost puppy or something. I dunno, apparently it works on small children, so why not ducks too?

[drusilla19.livejournal.com]

My home number is 676-4376. Um.. good luck on stealing those ducklings.
~Amber~

[nirix5.livejournal.com]

wOOt ducklings!

[adraefan.livejournal.com]

My icon asks your icon why she never wore the standard Jedi robes, hooch. My icon also laughs at your icon since my icon survived the Purge and went on to have a pleasant retirement on a sandy planet, whereas your icon was killed in Dr. Seuss-land. My icon admits, however, that he is kind of a fuck-up, and so my icon also apologizes.

AM HAVING TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS, WILL STOP NOW.

[nirix5.livejournal.com]

My icon replies that she never wore the standard Jedi robes because she is damn fine and an excellent advertisement to the Jedi establishment. My icon sticks her tongue out at your icon, since although she met a ridiculous end in a sugar-induced nighmare, at least she was spared the indignities of arthritis and having to deal with Luke's whining.

My icon wants yours to know that she is more of a fuck-up than you, because after all, she got offed (in the back, no less!) by a bunch of stupid clones. Also, my icon is jealous of your icon's ability to attend rockin' parties after death.

SQUEE!!!!