Remember to sing of good things, not bad.
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The sun will come out tomorrow.
It's been there for weeks. You've just noticed it now?
Apparantly I have not scrolled beneath the text box for a while. Economy of movement, doncha know.
Because it's a small world after all.
I hate all of you.
::cries::
::stabs self in eardrum::
Because it's a small world after all.
But money makes the world go around. So you might want to stop the world and get off. Or else melt.
I hate all of you.
You need to sing of happy, not sad.
Yay for the Sean techie love.
I kind of like Valentine's Day, but I never felt like I got the "you don't have a boyfriend? What's wrong with you?" treatment that makes some people here hate it. But I like holidays in general -- if I have something to do, i celebrate, if I don't, I ignore it. (The only one that gives me the rage-at-Hallmark experience is Mother's Day, not because I don't like my mom -- I do -- but because having to remember it and send her a card and flowers and call her always seems like too much effort for a holiday a magazine editor made up, especially since her birthday is the next month anyhow. Yes, I am a bad daughter.)
Or maybe a convenient coma.
Have visions. Become part-demon. Get a bad haircut. Have your body hijacked by a PTB. Lose your memory. Sleep with your "son." Get pregnant. Be evil. Give birth to the aforementioned PTB in a spectacular blitz of blood and light, and you too can be in a coma.
Hey, it's one way....
You need to sing of happy, not sad.
Sing. Sing a song. Keep it simple, to last the whooole night long...