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Nny, I love you *grins*
fahyedielle: ooh. I had THE weirdest dream last night
Nny : ooh, tell!
fahyedielle: ....*gives up on sleep*
fahyedielle: I visited Rami and Selkie. in their house. and for some reason Sam (copperbadge) was there, which is bizarre, because I have never spoken to him in my entire life. And I helped them paint their living room blue, with white Roman collonade patterns.
fahyedielle: and rami had a David Bowie mullet.
fahyedielle: I woke up and had a WTF BRAIN moment
Nny : You should talk to him. He'd like you.
Nny : :D
Nny : And mullets? Your brain hates you
Nny : :D
fahyedielle: ...*hides from big crazy BNFness*
~
fahyedielle: (part of paranoia perhaps caused by dream, in which I introduced myself and Sam went "OH" and gave Rami and Selk Significant Looks. As though he had Heard Things. And I said "Oh, shit." and laughed like an idiot.)
fahyedielle: my subconscious? weird
~
fahyedielle: fair enough. so, you want to analyse my dream? *peers at it* the mullet must mean something
Nny : Um.
fahyedielle: it's weird I remember the exchange with sam. usually all talking gets swallowed
Nny : *puts on ze psychoanalysing glasses*
fahyedielle: *sits on couch*
Nny : Well. Clearly you are havink a case of penis envy, since Sam has one, and you do not. Zis is a problem. However!
fahyedielle: *nods solemnly*
Nny : Ze presence of lesbians indicated your subconscious dezire to move to Wales and allow yourself to be corrupted by repeated viewings of Velvet Goldmine.
fahyedielle: oh my god! it's like you're reading my mind!
Nny : *cracks up*
I have a nifty little card which gets me into the gym for free, for the next twelve days. Let's see how many excuses I can come up with to avoid actually going.
Tomorrow's: OW MY LEGS OW OW OW
(Read: Fahye probably should have stretched before her sessions on the bike and treadmill today)
I can put it off for a while by going shopping for mirin, ramen, shiitakes, tikka paste and all sorts of exciting-sounding ingredients, because my mother is labouring under the delusion that a girl who is moving out needs to know how to cook.
In other news, Sinfest can have my babies. All of them.
fahyedielle: ooh. I had THE weirdest dream last night
Nny : ooh, tell!
fahyedielle: ....*gives up on sleep*
fahyedielle: I visited Rami and Selkie. in their house. and for some reason Sam (copperbadge) was there, which is bizarre, because I have never spoken to him in my entire life. And I helped them paint their living room blue, with white Roman collonade patterns.
fahyedielle: and rami had a David Bowie mullet.
fahyedielle: I woke up and had a WTF BRAIN moment
Nny : You should talk to him. He'd like you.
Nny : :D
Nny : And mullets? Your brain hates you
Nny : :D
fahyedielle: ...*hides from big crazy BNFness*
~
fahyedielle: (part of paranoia perhaps caused by dream, in which I introduced myself and Sam went "OH" and gave Rami and Selk Significant Looks. As though he had Heard Things. And I said "Oh, shit." and laughed like an idiot.)
fahyedielle: my subconscious? weird
~
fahyedielle: fair enough. so, you want to analyse my dream? *peers at it* the mullet must mean something
Nny : Um.
fahyedielle: it's weird I remember the exchange with sam. usually all talking gets swallowed
Nny : *puts on ze psychoanalysing glasses*
fahyedielle: *sits on couch*
Nny : Well. Clearly you are havink a case of penis envy, since Sam has one, and you do not. Zis is a problem. However!
fahyedielle: *nods solemnly*
Nny : Ze presence of lesbians indicated your subconscious dezire to move to Wales and allow yourself to be corrupted by repeated viewings of Velvet Goldmine.
fahyedielle: oh my god! it's like you're reading my mind!
Nny : *cracks up*
I have a nifty little card which gets me into the gym for free, for the next twelve days. Let's see how many excuses I can come up with to avoid actually going.
Tomorrow's: OW MY LEGS OW OW OW
(Read: Fahye probably should have stretched before her sessions on the bike and treadmill today)
I can put it off for a while by going shopping for mirin, ramen, shiitakes, tikka paste and all sorts of exciting-sounding ingredients, because my mother is labouring under the delusion that a girl who is moving out needs to know how to cook.
In other news, Sinfest can have my babies. All of them.
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