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Rich said it when talking about Bush and the terrorists and stuff. Partially because adding "in my pants" is funny, and partially because, according to him, Hitler wouldn't have been able to do anything if he was in someone's pants. Then he said he was imagining Hitler in Thaddeus's pants.
I know, it's been a few days since I updated, probably due to little in the way of remarkable feats. I'm done with classes and have exams next week. I have a couple of songs.
Texhnolyze - The Flower That Lost Its Kindness
Texhnolyze - Dinner of the Past
Les Miserables - Master of the House
Eyeless in Gaza - Returning Over
Yr. a howl to the skies /envy – a loss, something is missing, something is stolen – and yr. left here, carrying this resounding sense of bleak injustice…
Eyeless in Gaza - Monstrous Joy
How to thrill of joy; felt when yr. heart brakes / the terrible affirmation that fills you when someone precious dies – the way that this is too much to countenance … why /how can I / dare I be so glad to be alive this day?…
Martyn Bates likes using yr. as an abbreviation for your.
Katie says some bookstore would take pretty much anything. I said unless it had drawings in Crayola on it. She said "This is my house, and this is mommy, and this is daddy, and this is Mr. Fluffywinkles!" It's quite obvious that Mr. Fluffywinkles is a rather angry-looking pitbull. It reminds me of Mr. Tinkleberry or .. something... Picklefeather. I'm not sure where those two are from.
CARLA: Someone asked me why anyone would kill cereal.
KATIE: It's the bowl.
Boulliabaise is actually boulliabaisse. I didn't notice his error, mostly because I don't know how to spell the damn word either, but Google does, and I apparently had some of the stuff last Christmas. It's good stuff. I'd have pointed it out, but then I'd ruin the eurypterida in the mood and have to replace it with something totally unLavoslike but very bôalike, like crinoidea or something.
I know, this was really, really, really late.
I know, it's been a few days since I updated, probably due to little in the way of remarkable feats. I'm done with classes and have exams next week. I have a couple of songs.
Texhnolyze - The Flower That Lost Its Kindness
Texhnolyze - Dinner of the Past
Les Miserables - Master of the House
Eyeless in Gaza - Returning Over
Yr. a howl to the skies /envy – a loss, something is missing, something is stolen – and yr. left here, carrying this resounding sense of bleak injustice…
Eyeless in Gaza - Monstrous Joy
How to thrill of joy; felt when yr. heart brakes / the terrible affirmation that fills you when someone precious dies – the way that this is too much to countenance … why /how can I / dare I be so glad to be alive this day?…
Martyn Bates likes using yr. as an abbreviation for your.
Katie says some bookstore would take pretty much anything. I said unless it had drawings in Crayola on it. She said "This is my house, and this is mommy, and this is daddy, and this is Mr. Fluffywinkles!" It's quite obvious that Mr. Fluffywinkles is a rather angry-looking pitbull. It reminds me of Mr. Tinkleberry or .. something... Picklefeather. I'm not sure where those two are from.
CARLA: Someone asked me why anyone would kill cereal.
KATIE: It's the bowl.
Boulliabaise is actually boulliabaisse. I didn't notice his error, mostly because I don't know how to spell the damn word either, but Google does, and I apparently had some of the stuff last Christmas. It's good stuff. I'd have pointed it out, but then I'd ruin the eurypterida in the mood and have to replace it with something totally unLavoslike but very bôalike, like crinoidea or something.
I know, this was really, really, really late.
