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I was going to do that "give me topics to post every day about in December" meme thing that's going around, but I'm always terrified of posting that kind of meme to a resounding silence, and then I will look like the lamest person ever, which would then have to lead to my creating ten different sockpuppets to respond to my own entry and it just gives me the vapors, you know? So I figured, "Hey, you could just think of things on your own to post about every day!"
It's like, regular journaling. I know, right? Lame.
But, I wanted to try anyway, if only because I wanted to see how far I'd get before I started blowing it off (my bet? Thursday) and because I'm getting tired of having conversations with myself in the car up and down 495. I get into actual fights with myself; it's seriously the stupidest thing ever. And besides! The odds anyone will actually read this are strikingly low, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kadrin helped me realize:
kadrin: Everyone is going to play Dragon Age Inquisition and leave us scared and alone.
ThorneScratch: Is that the game where you bang elf dudes.
kadrin: Well, I believe the first two were the ones where you banged elf dudes, this is the one where you bang a religious fanatic with PTSD.
ThorneScratch: But is it a dude.
kadrin: It IS a dude.
ThorneScratch: But not an elf.
kadrin: No, human dude.
ThorneScratch: Well, what GOOD is it then?
kadrin: Flidget and Twig certainly seem to be salivating at the prospect.
ThorneScratch: I cannot keep up with their games. Do you know, Flidget was playing one where, no lie, I'm pretty sure she was dating both a drum-- like, a musical instrument drum-- and also the cousin of the Prince from Katamari. MADNESS.
What good indeed.
( Okay, the actual entry. It is not about duck cocks. )
Today it was seventy degrees, and tomorrow we are supposed to have freezing sleet, and I fear there was sad mismanagement somewhere along the line. Someone dropped the ball, somewhere.
It's like, regular journaling. I know, right? Lame.
But, I wanted to try anyway, if only because I wanted to see how far I'd get before I started blowing it off (my bet? Thursday) and because I'm getting tired of having conversations with myself in the car up and down 495. I get into actual fights with myself; it's seriously the stupidest thing ever. And besides! The odds anyone will actually read this are strikingly low, as
kadrin helped me realize:kadrin: Everyone is going to play Dragon Age Inquisition and leave us scared and alone.
ThorneScratch: Is that the game where you bang elf dudes.
kadrin: Well, I believe the first two were the ones where you banged elf dudes, this is the one where you bang a religious fanatic with PTSD.
ThorneScratch: But is it a dude.
kadrin: It IS a dude.
ThorneScratch: But not an elf.
kadrin: No, human dude.
ThorneScratch: Well, what GOOD is it then?
kadrin: Flidget and Twig certainly seem to be salivating at the prospect.
ThorneScratch: I cannot keep up with their games. Do you know, Flidget was playing one where, no lie, I'm pretty sure she was dating both a drum-- like, a musical instrument drum-- and also the cousin of the Prince from Katamari. MADNESS.
What good indeed.
( Okay, the actual entry. It is not about duck cocks. )
Today it was seventy degrees, and tomorrow we are supposed to have freezing sleet, and I fear there was sad mismanagement somewhere along the line. Someone dropped the ball, somewhere.
