Author: foxtongue
There should be a Zim Absinthe.
You are Gaz. You rock, hardcore. You do your own
awesome thing and don’t let anybody get in your
way. Not only do you have a badass wardrobe,
but you’ve got a badass attitude to go along
with it. Video games and pizza are pretty much
your two favorite things–it’s not your fault
that you’re a product of our hideous society,
and at least you’re wrathful about it.
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Wow.. you are an obscure absinthe. Quiet and rare,
you stick to the underground where you’re
happiest.
What kind of absinthe are you?
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Zim Party Fundraiser
Help Zim Repair TV To Conduct Mind Control Brainwashing Experiment On Hapless Victims – Also – Test Subjects Wanted
Subjects Must Have Squishy Thinkmeats Suitable For Totally Harmless Procedures
Zim Party Yardsale Fundraiser!
Saturday, September 13th
my house
from noon onwards
Clothes, trendy, funky, & fun, Records, Tapes, CDs, Shoes, Books, Comics, etc.
skill testing math question: cost of repairing TV – (amount Jhayne must pay out of pocket) ÷ number of attendees = cost to attendees
Illuminaires pictures
I had some film developed, randomly picked – two from six, or eight. Pictures from my birthday were found, as were the few Illuminaires photos that were taken. There are some of ashna, bloodykitty, & alistaire.
Surprise Speakers
Today I get to go out and return with something that will make my love stupidly happy. I wish I could do that much more often.
I waited today, for the phone to ring.
It didn’t.
On the other end was to be a friend. I was to return her books, those that I have, and we were to go and let her forget about her young, single-motherhood for an hour or two.
Seems not to be.
I found the glass spider that I had brought home to my Love almost a year ago. It has been missing for almost that long. It glitters and I imagine it to be full of poison, as if in a cliched story from the sci-fi 80’s. It is perched on the shelf above the keyboard, ready to drop upon my hands and devour me. *grins* But I am the writer, and I write the story, (though I start sentences with words like “but”, which is a bit of a misdemeaner), and I have decided that the spider is my protector. My jeweled guard against humanities ills. It was amusing, at the time. We saw it in the shop window together and both secretly decided that we must gift it to the other. I beat him to it, so we decided that it is ours. When I make us cloaks, then, we will squabble. *laughs*
I have a wonderful pattern for a long, elegant coat with a clerics collar. My plans are to sew one for Aubrey in deep red Velvet. Black-red, like menses, with cuffs of death or crimson.
Wesley Willis…..
He Whupped Batmans Ass
http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1477150/20030822/willis_wesley.jhtml?headlines=true
I am bored – answer me these question 6 – oh wait! not 6!
Borrowed from Skankboy
Little Survey Now for Everyone!
1. How did you first find my journal?
2. Why did you originally decide to friend me?
3. What’s your favorite part of my journal?
4. What’s your least favorite part of my journal?
5. Ask me a question. Be as random as you want.
6. Recommend a band to me. I’m curious what y’all think I should be listening to.
7. Recommend an LJ personnage to me and maybe I’ll friend them.
Posted: 211 – Received: 111
(I like the symmetry of that)
Zim Party
An Invader Zim Party is being tentatively scheduled for two weeks from now, at an as yet unndisclosed downtown location.
(Yes, we have every episode so far released)
Any interested parties, say aye.
You Are Taking a Bath Together
You don’t just ooze sensuality, you create it.
From the touch of your lover, to the smell of a bubble bath…
You’re turned on when all of your senses are tickled.
And if things are good, your lover likes the slow path as well.
Candles, champagane, and a good CD set the mood for you two.
It’s not about the end point – but the journey!
What Kind of Foreplay Are *You*?
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What kind of subatomic particle are you?
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Wierd how these actually seem to pin you.
Statistics. What will they think of next.
Strangers in my own home are trying to buy my services…
I was sitting in the livingroom not fifteen minutes ago, re-reading All Tomorrows Parties and wiating to find out where the heck Bill went off to today when a man walked in. He’s an older fellow and had showed up a week or so ago, befuddled and in our livingroom. I’d say he’s prolly around 60? He seemed to be looking for previous tenants from a long time ago. Said he used to deliver the firewood for the neighborhood years ago. Harmless, and a bit not all there. I was downtstairs last time he had arrived, and rooomate Marshall had been reading in the livingroom. I cursed the heat for leaving the doors open and asked if he was looking for anything in particular. This time – for all I knew – I was alone in the house. So here I am, sitting with my book, and this man walks in. Again. Great. Just what I need. Practice on getting rid of people. Joy.
So I ask him what, if anything, he’s looking for, and he replies, “looking for you, actually. Your boy isn’t around, is he?”
I tell him that Marshall is not my boy, he’s my roomate and he’s currently upstairs, after all, that’s probably true. Then I add on a few polite, ‘so where will you be going? As you’ve obviously come to the wrong house again’ sort of remarks.
He asks what I’m doing today. I reply that I’m frightfully busy and if he’ll just excuse me and let me get back to my business- I’m cut off.
“How much do you charge?”
“pardon”
“How much for you to come with me?”
“I’m sorry – I seem to have misunderstood you, I’m busy today, and not going to go with you”
“Ï’ll give you $20 to come with me”
“No, sir, I’m really going to have to ask you to leave”
“Well, later then, when your boy isn’t home” and he goes to shake my hand.
I figure, okay – if it’ll get rid of you, shakey shakes then, and then he wouldn’t let go!
HE TRIED TO DRAG ME OUT OF THE HOUSE!!
Luckily! My ghods! He’s an old guy and it was easy to get my hand back!! So after that didn’t work, He said he hoped that I wasn’t mad at him, and he couldn’t perhaps offer me the $20 NEXT TIME!!
Scary scary scary
Then after a few more back and forths of, you’re very pretty, I’d like you to leave now – he finally gets outside, I close and lock the door, and get to watch him DRIVE AWAY. He had DRIVEN from whereever to here JUST to try and get me to go with him!!!
Aie! I an NOT leaving the front door open again for a VERY long time!!
Is anyone available to come over??
I’m feeling REALLY insecure right now….