the thing is

[fahye]

I don't like the coast. I've never liked the coast. Everyone but me thinks beaches are the best places in the world. Bah humbug.

Translation: I'm off to the ANU campus at Kioloa for the weekend, which involving lugging a camp bag to my lectures tomorrow and probably hideous unhealthy things like SWIMMING and PLAYING IN THE SAND and SUNBURN.

*shudders daintily* Maybe I can claim my hairdresser won't let my hair come into contact with salt...

On the upside, free food!

Anyway, I think I'll bring my notebook and sit on the beach and plan my crazy meta Hamlet/Horatio and my cracktastic and equally meta X fic.

Ciao, lovelies, don't throw too many parties in my absence. And geez, Kelsey, try to hold off on the lesbian porn.

*wankity wank wank*

Comments

[ripedecay.livejournal.com]

I love the ocean to bits and pieces. To be without it would cause me such pain ;-; Beaches...depends on the beach, but the ocean --> <3

Anyway...have a good time! <3

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Not EVERYONE in the world. *doesn't like beaches either*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA

P.S. ha

[fahye.livejournal.com]

LAUGH WHILE YOU CAN

Your icon is so hot I may forgive you, because it looks like my Hamlet and Ophelia.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*LAUGHS* I laugh because I have been there.

No IM for Ji! Pity me. Pity me. :(

[fahye.livejournal.com]

No. No pity for you.

STOPPIT WITH THE LIPS

*stares*

*retaliates*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Fine! *stops it with the lips* :P

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*flails*

Eyeliner > cleavage. Mmm hmm.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Waffles > eyeliner? *eyes*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Nekkidness > waffles.

(but only just)

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

SYMBOLIC GERANIUM > ALL

omg great and t00by love

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*digs up own lip icon*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Is that sushi? sushi is totally cheating. :O

[fahye.livejournal.com]

MWAHAHAHA.

(Evil = sexsheh)

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

:(

More :(

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*manic grin*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*kerflyingtackle* Pretty!

I WANT TO MAKE MORE ICONS OOOH. Mostly for Thom. UMMM.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Glinda: *deploys her collapsible bodice, in style of Christine*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Glinda's collapsible bodice: *makes me wish I had boobies*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

This is the closest I have to another icon with boobies, sadly.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

This is . . .

Uh . . .

Well, Gackt has boobies in spirit.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Sure he does.

Pimp icon, because, um, because.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

My icon swenches your icon.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

DAMN YOU.

Also, on second glance, Gackt appears to be groping his spirit-boobies.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I noticed that, yes. Perhaps it is a mating ritual.

TO ATTRACT MANUEL.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

GACKT COMES TO HAVE SEX WITH YOUR FAMILY.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

His spirit-boobies ache for you?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Help Gackt. He is trapped inna box.

Also, cheekbones > YOUR MOM

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*cries, writes sad letters*

A box of boobless.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Anthy cries for him. In her own box.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I think I will have to concede. Your icons are multitudes. :(

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*pwns*

They are. And yet I have no Manuel icons. This is sad.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

You must have Manuel now. :O

Also: Billy/Lucifer! More? eh? eh?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Without Manuel? The nights, they are sleepless.

I know! Yes! Probably! Hopefully! *spins with happy*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Although with Manuel, the nights, they are also sleepless.

:O

Wheeen?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

But of course.

When Nny and I are coordinated again?

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*sulks, demands immediate action, verdammt . . . probably cannot actually swear in German yet*

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

Scheize?

Lies

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

I hate the beach, too. I love the water and love swimming, but hate the beach. My mother used to mock me, because as a child, I'd go into the water, and then go back to the hotel instead of playing on the beach. I was just as happy with the hotel pool as I was with the ocean. As soon as I was old enough to stay by myself for a few days at a time, I was no longer required to go on any family beach outings. *hugs*