Year of the Shark

November 9

we're having fun tonight

moi: our bodies suck tonight.
luvr: seriously.
this is ridic.
moi: it really fucking is.
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luvr: WE'RE QUITE THE PAIR, AREN'T WE.
me: ~*FATE*~ IS WORKING HER WHORE MAGIC.
luvr: FUCKING BITCH.
moi: I WOULDN'T WANT TO BE SICK WITH ANYONE BUT YOUUUUU.
luvr: YOU'RE SO SWEET.<3
ME NEITHER!
moi: AAAAAAAAAW. <3
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moi: the second we get lives, our bodies revolt. WHAT IS LIFE?!
luvr: I KNOW RIGHT. maybe we spent too much time isolated? and that, like... weakened our immune systems? :\
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moi: i'm totes shooting to keep my virginity 'til i'm at least 26.
OMG LOL THAT IS ONLY FIVE YEARS AWAY.
NOT EVEN.
LJADFLKJ
LIFE.
luvr: bhjvgcyfghj

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A/N: THIS FANFICTION MAY CAUSE 2009 H1N1, INFLUENZA OR A SEVERE CASE OF DIARRHEA.

You’ve been given fair warning.

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meanwhile, in the bathroom...

moi: fuck diarrhea (LOL IT IS STILL ON MY CLIPBOARD FROM EARLIER)
luvr: klnjibu;vyvhkj
kjnbgiohcdrtzfgx
nlkjoplktyuijiknmnv
moi: laughing makes it worse. ):
luvr: yeaghjbkl

November 8

behindthetied:

I forgot what song I wanted to post today. This’ll do. I miss them a bit, anyone else?

Dream To Make Believe - Armor For Sleep

Let me sleep some more…

G’night.

This reminds me of ~~WWII Bradford~~ ~~teen angst~~ year ten.

November 7

jwalk + a&w = &hearts;

om nom nom

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I was amazed.

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Sup, hair fail, sup sup?

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My baby is cute as fuck.

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The sun is a laser, taking out your bare trees.

November 6

Don’t Make a To Do List, Make a To Be List

unwrapyourmind:

I bet you know this scenario. You woke up. You had your day planned. You had the perfect To Do List. You started that day with lots of energy. But suddenly, boom, boom, boom, …

“All of this is under your control, once you realize, that your feelings are never under any external influence, unless you allow an outside trigger to evoke a feeling within you.

Let me repeat that. Unless you allow an external trigger to evoke a feeling within you, they have no control over you.”

That and the section that follows resonates with me.

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When I didn’t get a call by 5 this evening, I thought for sure I didn’t get the job. I started washing the dishes, huffing and being discouraged, but the phone did ring at quarter after. It was my new boss telling me I’m officially employed. HUZZAH. I start Thursday.

November 4

Chicken Pox

South Park is playing in the background. I hear:

Doctor: Most people don’t know this, but chicken pox is a form of herpes!
Stan: AHA, YOU HAVE HERPES ON YOUR FACE.

Of course I laughed, but why did I think of Michael?

Clearly it is bed time.