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Thank you for all the birthday wishes last week! I love you all. Saturday night, I went out with Louise (the charming ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
champignons who never updates her livejournal anymore, even after I agreed to get a Facebook account because she made me), to pass some time with tapas, drinks, and genteel conversation of an intellectual and classy bent.
Regrettably, someecards did not have the exact sentiment I need to express to Louise, which is "Sorry I spent much of the evening talking about how much of a heinous bitch my CEO is, and then culminated it by twice vomiting directly on the third rail of the Friendship Heights metro station as we returned to your abode." I mean, they had several that were close, but not quite. (I also should send apology ecards to those Metro security guards who clearly didn't know whether to yell at me for the vomit or to tackle me away from suicide-distance from the edge of the platform.)
Many of my nights out with Louise end with my vomiting on unlikely objects. She is a kind and generous enough friend to have both accepted this and still allow me to sleep on her floor at the end of the night. Louise, you are a star.
In the document on my computer where I have all the scraps and bits of lj entries I mean to post, there is currently:
-A recap of my weekend in Boston withtwigcollins, eramundo, and flidgetjerome attending AnimeBoston.
-The second part of Gravity's Bringing Us Down
-The 17th chapter of Pale Sky
-A "Music that sounds upbeat but has opposite lyrics" themed music post.
-A WIP meme.
-Multiple AIM conversations covering topics including but not limited to the Supernatural season finale, Batman, Stephen King, illogical body piercings, Assassin's Creed, FFVII, Silent Hill, James Woods, Tom Daley as a shoujo heroine, Dick Cheney, and snake Nazis.
But, because of recent events, I am too irritated to finish most of those, so I am going with a really self-indulgent meme instead.
The problem with LiveJournal: We all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious or maybe not, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!
So, if you want to ask, "what do you do for a living?" or "what's the fandom you love but don't admit to?" or "where's that thing you owe me?" or "if you were trapped in a lifeboat with the Beatles, who would you eat first?" or "what is your goddamn problem with Crisis Core, anyway?"-- now's your chance. (Of course, the reason this is a self-indulgent meme is the fact I get to talk about myself. Goes without saying that I will be happy and in fact, way too eager to give you the same treatment and opportunity. Your secrets, they will be mine.)
Also, I had a spam email in my inbox titled "Man Cuts Off penis inn Romantic Despair." I had to click it to check, because a news article like that really is just the kind of thing one of you guys would send me.
champignons who never updates her livejournal anymore, even after I agreed to get a Facebook account because she made me), to pass some time with tapas, drinks, and genteel conversation of an intellectual and classy bent.Regrettably, someecards did not have the exact sentiment I need to express to Louise, which is "Sorry I spent much of the evening talking about how much of a heinous bitch my CEO is, and then culminated it by twice vomiting directly on the third rail of the Friendship Heights metro station as we returned to your abode." I mean, they had several that were close, but not quite. (I also should send apology ecards to those Metro security guards who clearly didn't know whether to yell at me for the vomit or to tackle me away from suicide-distance from the edge of the platform.)
Many of my nights out with Louise end with my vomiting on unlikely objects. She is a kind and generous enough friend to have both accepted this and still allow me to sleep on her floor at the end of the night. Louise, you are a star.
In the document on my computer where I have all the scraps and bits of lj entries I mean to post, there is currently:
-A recap of my weekend in Boston with
twigcollins, eramundo, and flidgetjerome attending AnimeBoston.-The second part of Gravity's Bringing Us Down
-The 17th chapter of Pale Sky
-A "Music that sounds upbeat but has opposite lyrics" themed music post.
-A WIP meme.
-Multiple AIM conversations covering topics including but not limited to the Supernatural season finale, Batman, Stephen King, illogical body piercings, Assassin's Creed, FFVII, Silent Hill, James Woods, Tom Daley as a shoujo heroine, Dick Cheney, and snake Nazis.
But, because of recent events, I am too irritated to finish most of those, so I am going with a really self-indulgent meme instead.
The problem with LiveJournal: We all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious or maybe not, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!
So, if you want to ask, "what do you do for a living?" or "what's the fandom you love but don't admit to?" or "where's that thing you owe me?" or "if you were trapped in a lifeboat with the Beatles, who would you eat first?" or "what is your goddamn problem with Crisis Core, anyway?"-- now's your chance. (Of course, the reason this is a self-indulgent meme is the fact I get to talk about myself. Goes without saying that I will be happy and in fact, way too eager to give you the same treatment and opportunity. Your secrets, they will be mine.)
Also, I had a spam email in my inbox titled "Man Cuts Off penis inn Romantic Despair." I had to click it to check, because a news article like that really is just the kind of thing one of you guys would send me.
