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bugger
Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I neatly broke my two RP characters' minds one night after the other, but for some reason I have a huge amount of jittery pent-upped-ness inside me that makes me either want to dig my tap shoes out of the cupboard and put on loud techno and jump for an hour or two, or have an immensely cracky chat/comment thread so that I can laugh and laugh and generally let off some insane steam.
Option numero uno is out, for purposes of not being horribly murdered by housemate.
Where. The. Fuck. Is. My. Buddy. List?
*implodes with pressure of crack*
When I am found tomorrow in this very chair, a small pile of ashes and lobstrosities, y'all will be blamed. Somehow.
What? Of course it's possible to tapdance to techno. I'm special.
...fucking Milliways.
Also; Shati one day I will catch myself saying HHHILE to some poor unsuspecting person and it will be entirely your fault.
Option numero uno is out, for purposes of not being horribly murdered by housemate.
Where. The. Fuck. Is. My. Buddy. List?
*implodes with pressure of crack*
When I am found tomorrow in this very chair, a small pile of ashes and lobstrosities, y'all will be blamed. Somehow.
What? Of course it's possible to tapdance to techno. I'm special.
...fucking Milliways.
Also; Shati one day I will catch myself saying HHHILE to some poor unsuspecting person and it will be entirely your fault.