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...my heart is with the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today...


THLAYLI

2004 - 2009
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...my heart is with the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today...


THLAYLI

2004 - 2009
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Dudes, I'm starting to think I was wrong in my assumption that living an indoor life causes bunnies to lose their inborn survival instincts.

Illustration: I get up this morning, full up with the usual mixture of misery wrapped in rage with a sprinkling of despair on top that is my workaday mindset. The "low battery" light on my 'phone is beeping. "Shit," I think, "I cannot go a whole day without sending someone vitriolic text messages about how much I hate the people I work with." I go to pick up the charger... and it's been chewed clean through.

I know right away that Kagame is the guilty party. For one, she's the only one big enough to jump out of the cage - in fact she woke me up at four am doing just that. And two, she has developed a fondness for phone chargers since this is the second time she's done it in less than four weeks.

I'm enraged. I'm so enraged that on my lunch break, which was forty-five sweaty minutes running around town trying to find a replacement charger, I actually yell at the pair of fucking elephants that insist on waddling side by side down the street, taking up the entire pavement and forcing me to walk on the road. Not that it does anything, of course - they're still fat selfish fucktards and no doubt they're waddling two abreast back from the takeaway right now and forcing some other poor bastard to walk in the path of oncoming traffic.

By the time I come home, my mind is made up - Kagame has to go. I'm too poor and vile-tempered to keep a pet that continually destroys my things. As I'm sweeping the floor of the pen, part of me is composing the post I'll put on rabbit rescue to secure her a new home. The other half is considering just dumping her outside the back door and letting the Lumberjack Cat and the Cat With The Pointy Face have her.

I kneel to sweep the litter into the dustpan. Thlayli and Fluffi-Wan, who have been eyeing me nervously since I stormed into the house, continue to maintain a careful distance.

But Kagame comes up to me and starts licking my legs.

So it turns out rabbits don't lose their survival instincts when they live indoors - they evolve methods more appropriate for the situation, such as avoiding being thrown from a window by your furious and now even broker than usual owner. Of course, a cynical person would point out that I spent the day in a huge glass office where the air conditioning is broken and there's a computer every seven inches, which lends credence to the position that call centre work is merely a Westernised version of the sweat shop, and therefore Kagame just wanted the salt on my skin, but I prefer to think of it as a gesture for attonement.

That being said, does anyone in the Leeds area want a rabbit?
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Dudes, I'm starting to think I was wrong in my assumption that living an indoor life causes bunnies to lose their inborn survival instincts.

Illustration: I get up this morning, full up with the usual mixture of misery wrapped in rage with a sprinkling of despair on top that is my workaday mindset. The "low battery" light on my 'phone is beeping. "Shit," I think, "I cannot go a whole day without sending someone vitriolic text messages about how much I hate the people I work with." I go to pick up the charger... and it's been chewed clean through.

I know right away that Kagame is the guilty party. For one, she's the only one big enough to jump out of the cage - in fact she woke me up at four am doing just that. And two, she has developed a fondness for phone chargers since this is the second time she's done it in less than four weeks.

I'm enraged. I'm so enraged that on my lunch break, which was forty-five sweaty minutes running around town trying to find a replacement charger, I actually yell at the pair of fucking elephants that insist on waddling side by side down the street, taking up the entire pavement and forcing me to walk on the road. Not that it does anything, of course - they're still fat selfish fucktards and no doubt they're waddling two abreast back from the takeaway right now and forcing some other poor bastard to walk in the path of oncoming traffic.

By the time I come home, my mind is made up - Kagame has to go. I'm too poor and vile-tempered to keep a pet that continually destroys my things. As I'm sweeping the floor of the pen, part of me is composing the post I'll put on rabbit rescue to secure her a new home. The other half is considering just dumping her outside the back door and letting the Lumberjack Cat and the Cat With The Pointy Face have her.

I kneel to sweep the litter into the dustpan. Thlayli and Fluffi-Wan, who have been eyeing me nervously since I stormed into the house, continue to maintain a careful distance.

But Kagame comes up to me and starts licking my legs.

So it turns out rabbits don't lose their survival instincts when they live indoors - they evolve methods more appropriate for the situation, such as avoiding being thrown from a window by your furious and now even broker than usual owner. Of course, a cynical person would point out that I spent the day in a huge glass office where the air conditioning is broken and there's a computer every seven inches, which lends credence to the position that call centre work is merely a Westernised version of the sweat shop, and therefore Kagame just wanted the salt on my skin, but I prefer to think of it as a gesture for attonement.

That being said, does anyone in the Leeds area want a rabbit?
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Wah! I was trying to watch Eerie, Indiana today and my DVDs are totally wrecked and skippy. I'm so gutted! So then I tried to get over it by watching Hocus pocus, but it was not the same at all.

Anyway, now I'm watching the latest episodes of True Blood and oh my God, how much does Steve Newlin want to bone Jason? And Jason's all, yes, this is what God's love feels like, and I'm like, dude, no, that is what having your balls cupped by a religious insaniac feels like, and also, run away! Poor Jason. I love him. And he wears a clip-on, aww! So stylin'!

Also, Eric! "Do I have blood in my hair?" for the win! And SPOILER FOR THE START OF SEASON TWO ) yay! And Admiral Cain is in it, and she's totally awesome and terrifying and makes everyone crazy, and Sam is almost not-hatable. Yay!

On a completely seperate note, I think I have accidently turned my bunnies into junkies. See, Kagame keeps jumping out of her pen at night and running around knocking shit over and making a ton of noise, so lately I've started steeping a little valerian root in hot water and putting it in their drinking bottle in an attempt to get her to chill the fuck out. And they are definately more sedate, which is what I was going for, but now they drink like a litre and a half a day and they go really crazy everytime I fit a fresh bottle, like totally wrestling each other to get to it.

I should probably feel bad, but whatever, at least now I can sleep through the night and not have two stone of rabbit pile-drive me awake around 3am.
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Wah! I was trying to watch Eerie, Indiana today and my DVDs are totally wrecked and skippy. I'm so gutted! So then I tried to get over it by watching Hocus pocus, but it was not the same at all.

Anyway, now I'm watching the latest episodes of True Blood and oh my God, how much does Steve Newlin want to bone Jason? And Jason's all, yes, this is what God's love feels like, and I'm like, dude, no, that is what having your balls cupped by a religious insaniac feels like, and also, run away! Poor Jason. I love him. And he wears a clip-on, aww! So stylin'!

Also, Eric! "Do I have blood in my hair?" for the win! And SPOILER FOR THE START OF SEASON TWO ) yay! And Admiral Cain is in it, and she's totally awesome and terrifying and makes everyone crazy, and Sam is almost not-hatable. Yay!

On a completely seperate note, I think I have accidently turned my bunnies into junkies. See, Kagame keeps jumping out of her pen at night and running around knocking shit over and making a ton of noise, so lately I've started steeping a little valerian root in hot water and putting it in their drinking bottle in an attempt to get her to chill the fuck out. And they are definately more sedate, which is what I was going for, but now they drink like a litre and a half a day and they go really crazy everytime I fit a fresh bottle, like totally wrestling each other to get to it.

I should probably feel bad, but whatever, at least now I can sleep through the night and not have two stone of rabbit pile-drive me awake around 3am.
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Tagged by thestorymaker:

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.



1. What is your favorite show on TV?
I don't actually have a TV aerial, so I never see anything until it's out on DVD or a friend pimps me an illegally downloaded copy, but I'm going to say Numb3rs because it is airing right now and also I am watching the fourth season as I type this and it is so beautiful and filled with Colby being tortured by Batman, you guys. Okay, it was only Fatass Kilmer Batman, but still.

2. Name five things you’d want with you if stranded on a desert island:
The Intarweb (for reading porn)
A laptop (to read intarweb porn on)
Cake (for eating while reading porn on the Intarweb)
Some DVDs (to watch on the laptop when not reading porn or eating cake)
Thlayli (for companionship/emergency source of protein)


3. What was the best part of your day?
That beautiful moment when the revolving door at the entrance to the House of Gas span me out into the free world, away from the fuckery of the general public.

4. What is your favorite scent?
Cinnimon, orange and clove

5. What is your favorite drink?
Maya Gold hot chocolate

6. What do you drink the most?
Coffee

7. What is your favorite restaurant?
Tintins, a wonderous (but ruinously expensive) Cantonese restaurant in Leeds

8. What will you be doing after finishing this?
Probably watch more Numb3rs, maybe drink some hot chocolate

9. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Alone

10. Your favorite romantic movie?
Heathers

11. What kind of person do you think the person is who tagged you ?
Pretty awesome

12. What are you afraid of?
Pretty much any kind of creepy-crawly.

13. What's your favorite item of clothing?
My "robots in disguise" t-shirt - it's got the Transformers logo wearing the GM 20-20s aka Groucho Marx glasses and "robots in disguise" written underneath it. LEGEND.

14. What time do you usually go to bed?
About 12.30am

15. What's the meaning behind your LJ username/name/nicknames you go by?
Back when I still lived at home, the two youngest Froodlebrothers, Buzz Lighthair and Kaizer Wilhelm, went on this camping trip thing with their Scout group. Kaizer Wilhelm came back with a toy monkey that had long dangling arms and legs that hung like limp noodles, and staring crack addict eyes ala Elijah Wood in Lord of the Rings. Frodo+Noodle = Froodle. The name amused me so much I co-opted it for my own use.

I tag:

ajmckay, alt-baie, chibimarchy, Snithy, girlofprey, marystmatthew, yume623 and itsjustc.
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Tagged by thestorymaker:

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.



1. What is your favorite show on TV?
I don't actually have a TV aerial, so I never see anything until it's out on DVD or a friend pimps me an illegally downloaded copy, but I'm going to say Numb3rs because it is airing right now and also I am watching the fourth season as I type this and it is so beautiful and filled with Colby being tortured by Batman, you guys. Okay, it was only Fatass Kilmer Batman, but still.

2. Name five things you’d want with you if stranded on a desert island:
The Intarweb (for reading porn)
A laptop (to read intarweb porn on)
Cake (for eating while reading porn on the Intarweb)
Some DVDs (to watch on the laptop when not reading porn or eating cake)
Thlayli (for companionship/emergency source of protein)


3. What was the best part of your day?
That beautiful moment when the revolving door at the entrance to the House of Gas span me out into the free world, away from the fuckery of the general public.

4. What is your favorite scent?
Cinnimon, orange and clove

5. What is your favorite drink?
Maya Gold hot chocolate

6. What do you drink the most?
Coffee

7. What is your favorite restaurant?
Tintins, a wonderous (but ruinously expensive) Cantonese restaurant in Leeds

8. What will you be doing after finishing this?
Probably watch more Numb3rs, maybe drink some hot chocolate

9. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Alone

10. Your favorite romantic movie?
Heathers

11. What kind of person do you think the person is who tagged you ?
Pretty awesome

12. What are you afraid of?
Pretty much any kind of creepy-crawly.

13. What's your favorite item of clothing?
My "robots in disguise" t-shirt - it's got the Transformers logo wearing the GM 20-20s aka Groucho Marx glasses and "robots in disguise" written underneath it. LEGEND.

14. What time do you usually go to bed?
About 12.30am

15. What's the meaning behind your LJ username/name/nicknames you go by?
Back when I still lived at home, the two youngest Froodlebrothers, Buzz Lighthair and Kaizer Wilhelm, went on this camping trip thing with their Scout group. Kaizer Wilhelm came back with a toy monkey that had long dangling arms and legs that hung like limp noodles, and staring crack addict eyes ala Elijah Wood in Lord of the Rings. Frodo+Noodle = Froodle. The name amused me so much I co-opted it for my own use.

I tag:

ajmckay, alt-baie, chibimarchy, Snithy, girlofprey, marystmatthew, yume623 and itsjustc.
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Aww, guys, I just saw the cutest thing in the whole world ever. And it wasn't even a monkey holding a puppy! See, I was sweeping up around the rabbit pen, and there were a few bits of leek that had rolled under the food bowl and been hidden from view, and of course as soon as I unearthed them there was this huge bunny feeding frenzy, and somehow Thlayli and Kagame managed to get hold of one end of the same piece, and it was totally like the spagetti scene in Lady and the Tramp only with bunny-kisses and no stupid Italian dudes in the background.

Speaking of things that are cute, how awesome is that bit in Uncertainty Principle after Don gets shot and Charlie is all hysterical and Don's like, "Don't say anything to Dad, okay? Charlie! Nothing to Dad!" And it's like, Don, it was an FBI shootout that was on the news! He's acting like he scratched the car and is all like, "Shit, I'm in so much trouble!" and also, as if Papa Eppes is going to miss your bandaged arm and Charlie throwing fits in the garage. This is like the Numb3rs equivilent of that scene in the Lost Boys when Sammy's all, "My own brother, a Goddamn shit-sucking vampire. Oooh, you wait 'til Mom finds out, buddy!" and then storms up the stairs in a snit.

Oh no. I just reminded myself of the Lost Boys 2. I'm going to go cry into my pillow now.
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Aww, guys, I just saw the cutest thing in the whole world ever. And it wasn't even a monkey holding a puppy! See, I was sweeping up around the rabbit pen, and there were a few bits of leek that had rolled under the food bowl and been hidden from view, and of course as soon as I unearthed them there was this huge bunny feeding frenzy, and somehow Thlayli and Kagame managed to get hold of one end of the same piece, and it was totally like the spagetti scene in Lady and the Tramp only with bunny-kisses and no stupid Italian dudes in the background.

Speaking of things that are cute, how awesome is that bit in Uncertainty Principle after Don gets shot and Charlie is all hysterical and Don's like, "Don't say anything to Dad, okay? Charlie! Nothing to Dad!" And it's like, Don, it was an FBI shootout that was on the news! He's acting like he scratched the car and is all like, "Shit, I'm in so much trouble!" and also, as if Papa Eppes is going to miss your bandaged arm and Charlie throwing fits in the garage. This is like the Numb3rs equivilent of that scene in the Lost Boys when Sammy's all, "My own brother, a Goddamn shit-sucking vampire. Oooh, you wait 'til Mom finds out, buddy!" and then storms up the stairs in a snit.

Oh no. I just reminded myself of the Lost Boys 2. I'm going to go cry into my pillow now.
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So there's a new starter at work today, and I was training her and chatting to her in that tentative getting-to-know-you-enough-to-decide-if-you're-worth-knowing-better way that I do with people I just met that I may have to spend a lot of time with, and the conversation turned to cute animals of our aquaintance and she was telling me about her six month old rescue kitten and I'm like, awwsocute, because I love kittens, and she's like, "Yes, he was so weak and tiny when we first got him but now Binx is such a handsome cat..." and I was like, "Binx... as in Hocus Pocus?" and she was like, "Oh yes" and I was like OMG YOU ARE MY HERO! Although now I want to watch EI and I can't because Kirsten has borrowed my DVDs and that makes me sad, but her cat is called Binx and that is so totally awesome!

Now, it's off for bunny snuggles and gay 80's cop shows for me, so goodnight all.
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So there's a new starter at work today, and I was training her and chatting to her in that tentative getting-to-know-you-enough-to-decide-if-you're-worth-knowing-better way that I do with people I just met that I may have to spend a lot of time with, and the conversation turned to cute animals of our aquaintance and she was telling me about her six month old rescue kitten and I'm like, awwsocute, because I love kittens, and she's like, "Yes, he was so weak and tiny when we first got him but now Binx is such a handsome cat..." and I was like, "Binx... as in Hocus Pocus?" and she was like, "Oh yes" and I was like OMG YOU ARE MY HERO! Although now I want to watch EI and I can't because Kirsten has borrowed my DVDs and that makes me sad, but her cat is called Binx and that is so totally awesome!

Now, it's off for bunny snuggles and gay 80's cop shows for me, so goodnight all.
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The most awesome thing about Easter is the after-Easter sale on all kinds of delicious chocolatey items. I did indeed get my rum truffles, and some snacks for Thlayli and co., before returning home for a marvellously vampire-themed moviefest: Blade Trinity, Dracula 2001, the Lost Boys, Interview with the Vampire, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and oh, the delicious irony of Donald Sutherland being a Watcher and Keifer Sutherland being, well, David) and of course, Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter. Because everything's better with ninjas.

Of course, nobody can see that much religious iconography in one day without some consequences, and so I give you another installment of...



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I don't normally talk about serious things in this journal, owing to the fact that I'm not a very serious person and also because I believe the internet is for porn, but occaisonally something will rile me to the point where I have to speak up.

I am sick and tired of hearing pretentious fuckwits whine about the great evil that is Christianity. You're not being oppressed when I go to mass. Lighting a candle for the dead does not mean I am some right-wing anti-abortionist lunatic, or that I have been brainwashed by Vatican propaganda. How dare you make assumptions about my intelligance or political allegiance or in fact, any other aspect of my life based on something that is none of your fucking business in the first place? It's so wonderful that you're secure enough in your own belief system that you feel entitled to make snide remarks about other peoples. I'm not making you attend with me, I'm not asking you to pay lip-service to the things that I believe, I'm not trying to convert you, and frankly, if that's how you're going to act then I wouldn't want you on my side anyway. What I believe is not up for debate, and spouting anti-Christian rhetoric at me in a loud voice is not debate to begin with.

Those people with the signs get on my nerves, yes, but so do Big Issue sellers and Amnesty International members and buskers and anybody else who interferes with me getting in and out of town with as little human interaction as possible. But the ones that really annoy me are mother-fucking hecklers who verbally attack these people. Nobody cares about their religious views, and guess what? Nobody cares about yours, either. Stop trying to impress your worthless friends with how "OMGALTERNATIVE" you are, and grow the fuck up. And the next time you want to talk to me about my faith?

Fuck yourself, and don't act entitled to answers.
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The most awesome thing about Easter is the after-Easter sale on all kinds of delicious chocolatey items. I did indeed get my rum truffles, and some snacks for Thlayli and co., before returning home for a marvellously vampire-themed moviefest: Blade Trinity, Dracula 2001, the Lost Boys, Interview with the Vampire, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and oh, the delicious irony of Donald Sutherland being a Watcher and Keifer Sutherland being, well, David) and of course, Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter. Because everything's better with ninjas.

Of course, nobody can see that much religious iconography in one day without some consequences, and so I give you another installment of...



Read more... )


I don't normally talk about serious things in this journal, owing to the fact that I'm not a very serious person and also because I believe the internet is for porn, but occaisonally something will rile me to the point where I have to speak up.

I am sick and tired of hearing pretentious fuckwits whine about the great evil that is Christianity. You're not being oppressed when I go to mass. Lighting a candle for the dead does not mean I am some right-wing anti-abortionist lunatic, or that I have been brainwashed by Vatican propaganda. How dare you make assumptions about my intelligance or political allegiance or in fact, any other aspect of my life based on something that is none of your fucking business in the first place? It's so wonderful that you're secure enough in your own belief system that you feel entitled to make snide remarks about other peoples. I'm not making you attend with me, I'm not asking you to pay lip-service to the things that I believe, I'm not trying to convert you, and frankly, if that's how you're going to act then I wouldn't want you on my side anyway. What I believe is not up for debate, and spouting anti-Christian rhetoric at me in a loud voice is not debate to begin with.

Those people with the signs get on my nerves, yes, but so do Big Issue sellers and Amnesty International members and buskers and anybody else who interferes with me getting in and out of town with as little human interaction as possible. But the ones that really annoy me are mother-fucking hecklers who verbally attack these people. Nobody cares about their religious views, and guess what? Nobody cares about yours, either. Stop trying to impress your worthless friends with how "OMGALTERNATIVE" you are, and grow the fuck up. And the next time you want to talk to me about my faith?

Fuck yourself, and don't act entitled to answers.
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Busy, busy weekend; had dinner with Alan and Jess on Friday, and oh my God Blip and Bramble have had babies and they are just the cutest little things ever. They're small enough to sit in the palm of your hand and they're all different colours and already have their own personalities and oh my God, if they don't let me have one I'm just going to cry! We watched Most Haunted and ate chilli and made fun of the Scouse dude for dressing like a used car salesman and then Honey sat on my shoulder while we watched Ghostbusters and marvelled at the concept of Sigourney Weaver as a sex symbol. It's crazy!

Dinner with Genevieve on Saturday, with significantly less cute baby bunnies and far more cute David Tennant as Doctor Who. I still think he's kinda pretty to be the Doctor, but whatever, because he's cute and Zoë Wanamaker was in it and she's awesome even if I do feel bitter every time I see her now because Goddamnit, she should have been Ida. Not that there was anything wrong with Caroline Goodall's performance, but when I have an image of a character fixed in my head, it's hard to let it go.

My advice for today is thus; do not attempt to watch Escaflowne in conjunction with any film directed by Guy Ritchie, especially Snatch. You'll just end up feeling like an asshole when the Dragonslayers die and all you can hear is Jason Statham saying "your life doesn't flash before your eyes 'cause you're too fuckin' scared to think - you just freeze and pull a stupid face", and then you can't help laughing at that one Dragonslayer with blood pouring out of his mouth so that it looks like he's missing his front teeth, hillbilly-style.
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Busy, busy weekend; had dinner with Alan and Jess on Friday, and oh my God Blip and Bramble have had babies and they are just the cutest little things ever. They're small enough to sit in the palm of your hand and they're all different colours and already have their own personalities and oh my God, if they don't let me have one I'm just going to cry! We watched Most Haunted and ate chilli and made fun of the Scouse dude for dressing like a used car salesman and then Honey sat on my shoulder while we watched Ghostbusters and marvelled at the concept of Sigourney Weaver as a sex symbol. It's crazy!

Dinner with Genevieve on Saturday, with significantly less cute baby bunnies and far more cute David Tennant as Doctor Who. I still think he's kinda pretty to be the Doctor, but whatever, because he's cute and Zoë Wanamaker was in it and she's awesome even if I do feel bitter every time I see her now because Goddamnit, she should have been Ida. Not that there was anything wrong with Caroline Goodall's performance, but when I have an image of a character fixed in my head, it's hard to let it go.

My advice for today is thus; do not attempt to watch Escaflowne in conjunction with any film directed by Guy Ritchie, especially Snatch. You'll just end up feeling like an asshole when the Dragonslayers die and all you can hear is Jason Statham saying "your life doesn't flash before your eyes 'cause you're too fuckin' scared to think - you just freeze and pull a stupid face", and then you can't help laughing at that one Dragonslayer with blood pouring out of his mouth so that it looks like he's missing his front teeth, hillbilly-style.
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Well, the bruise seems to be fading and none of my toes have dropped off, so it looks like I don't have leprosy after all. Which is nice.

In other news, glitter is an absolute bastard and should be banned. I used some a few days ago and thus far it has shown up in my hair, in my underwear drawer, on my bedsheets and sofa, all over my bathroom and in Thalyli's fur. It boggles the mind.
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Well, the bruise seems to be fading and none of my toes have dropped off, so it looks like I don't have leprosy after all. Which is nice.

In other news, glitter is an absolute bastard and should be banned. I used some a few days ago and thus far it has shown up in my hair, in my underwear drawer, on my bedsheets and sofa, all over my bathroom and in Thalyli's fur. It boggles the mind.
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Yesterday I had to walk around town with a broom sticking out of my backpack for two hours. I looked like a retarded ninja. And every time we walked under a low-hanging "SALE!" or "CHRISTMAS!" sign, it was like:

Aminder: Watch out for the-
Froodle: *THUNK* *is jerked back as broom handle catches on sign, door frame, light fitting etc*
Aminder: ...never mind.

And then, when I finally got home, instead of respecting the suffering I had gone to just to make tidying their pen easier, my bunnies decided chasing the broomhead and chewing the bristles and generally getting in the way was a hilarious game. So I was forced to cuddle them for their crimes, while watching werewolf movies that Aminder forced me to buy. Forced! My will was overborne. I shopped only under duress!

Also, I just realised Joe Dante directed the Howling. Heh. I get it now.
froodle: (kiss him you fool)
Yesterday I had to walk around town with a broom sticking out of my backpack for two hours. I looked like a retarded ninja. And every time we walked under a low-hanging "SALE!" or "CHRISTMAS!" sign, it was like:

Aminder: Watch out for the-
Froodle: *THUNK* *is jerked back as broom handle catches on sign, door frame, light fitting etc*
Aminder: ...never mind.

And then, when I finally got home, instead of respecting the suffering I had gone to just to make tidying their pen easier, my bunnies decided chasing the broomhead and chewing the bristles and generally getting in the way was a hilarious game. So I was forced to cuddle them for their crimes, while watching werewolf movies that Aminder forced me to buy. Forced! My will was overborne. I shopped only under duress!

Also, I just realised Joe Dante directed the Howling. Heh. I get it now.

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