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Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Jul. 30th, 2007 05:05 pmOh, Fall Out Boy. You're so ironic and self-aware, and I kind of love you. Me and my 17 year old sister, I suppose, but still!
Oh, Nelly Furtado and Timbaland, I just plain love you guys. You make me feel unreasonably good.
Oh, bad!fic writers, I love you, too. You have helped me procrastinate and relieve stress through laughter that threatens to turn into tears, and I appreciate that. I may make icons that reflect your glory. Just, plase don't pound me with the fury of a thousand ninjas, or allow your passion to burst forth like a born-again Christian all over my trembling anything. I'm as into that as the next girl, but there's a time and a place for everything.
Pilates, I love you, too. You felt great at the time, and now my box hurts. THAT IS WHAT THE VIDEO CALLED MY TUMMY AND HIPS AND STUFF, YOU DIRTY DIRTY KIDS. It is a good pain. Someday I will be able to take you all.
Tomorrow, I go into school and slap some paint on some shelves. And then, the painting madness is complete. I think. Let's throw a party!
Do I ever say anything important anymore? Sorry, Livejournal. I have deep thoughts, they are just not for you at the moment. I love you anyway though, in fact, I am "festering with passion" for you. Don't you feel good about that?
Oh, Nelly Furtado and Timbaland, I just plain love you guys. You make me feel unreasonably good.
Oh, bad!fic writers, I love you, too. You have helped me procrastinate and relieve stress through laughter that threatens to turn into tears, and I appreciate that. I may make icons that reflect your glory. Just, plase don't pound me with the fury of a thousand ninjas, or allow your passion to burst forth like a born-again Christian all over my trembling anything. I'm as into that as the next girl, but there's a time and a place for everything.
Pilates, I love you, too. You felt great at the time, and now my box hurts. THAT IS WHAT THE VIDEO CALLED MY TUMMY AND HIPS AND STUFF, YOU DIRTY DIRTY KIDS. It is a good pain. Someday I will be able to take you all.
Tomorrow, I go into school and slap some paint on some shelves. And then, the painting madness is complete. I think. Let's throw a party!
Do I ever say anything important anymore? Sorry, Livejournal. I have deep thoughts, they are just not for you at the moment. I love you anyway though, in fact, I am "festering with passion" for you. Don't you feel good about that?
