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gratuitous meme-ing
Nobody tell me how many times I have updated my LJ today. Nobody. Not a word. Shh.
Pay me a compliment!
Then post this in your own LJ and get lots of compliments from your own flist.
POST THIS MEME. Go on. Let us bravely shake off the illusion that LJ is anything other than a haven for the ego, and get strokin'!
If this morally offends you, it doesn't have to be a real compliment. You could tell me that my aversion to walnuts is as endearing as David Tennant's obsession with putting everything in his mouth. Or whatever.
Pay me a compliment!
Then post this in your own LJ and get lots of compliments from your own flist.
POST THIS MEME. Go on. Let us bravely shake off the illusion that LJ is anything other than a haven for the ego, and get strokin'!
If this morally offends you, it doesn't have to be a real compliment. You could tell me that my aversion to walnuts is as endearing as David Tennant's obsession with putting everything in his mouth. Or whatever.

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And on a more personal note, I always read your posts (even when I don't comment) because your writerliness obviously extends there as well and makes them v. fun to read.
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HOWEVER, I have overcome that qualm in order to be able to tell you that you're, like, seriously a genius. Seriously and incredibly. You put words together and, you know, they're just ordinary words, so how do they turn out so beautiful?
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I can no longer form sentences, I am so tired, but I think my random is decipherable.
SOMEDAY ONCE AGAIN WE WILL BE HAIRTWINS.
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AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN OKAY PERSON I GUESS MAYBE.
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*honoured*
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This summer I am going to make a firm effort to be awake at chatting-to-Kelsey times.
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*still cannot write porn despite 4 years in fandom*
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...
*turns pink and hides somewhere*
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And. Thank you.
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*eyes those lyrics*
But thank you! I have never had anyone want to read my sonnets in public before and it still makes me feel somewhat of a fraud. BUT A VERY FLATTERED FRAUD.
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I am so down with that. Maybe if I become unexpectedly rich, I'll fly to Australia.
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I mean, Jesus, just pick a thing and go with it! NO FAIR RENAISSANCE WOMANING.
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...it's a wonder I don't have a girlfriend isn't it?