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[froodle]

I don't fucking believe this.

I've just managed to set fire to my hair. I'm missing about two inches from the bottom on the right side, and the whole apartment stinks of burnt hair. Looks like I'll have to go to the hairdressers for the first time in about three years. Great.

Plus I can't get the memory of seeing flames shooting up on one side of my face out of my head. Chances of Froodle sleeping properly tonight = not good.

In other news, I order you all to read John Connelly's crime/mystery/supernatural books of supreme goodness. Now only do they have fantastic plots and a believable and sympathetic protaganist, but Angel and Louis (no relation to a couple of whiny vampires-with-souls created by either Joss Whedon or Anne Rice) are the best damn sidekicks ever. Ever.

Here's a sample of fine Angeltastic goodness from 'Dark Hollow' (my personal favourite):

"Suffering isn't enough, Bird," said Angel softly. "So he's suffered: big fuckin' deal. Get in line with the rest of us suckers. It's not enough to suffer, and you know that. What matters is that you understand that others suffer, and some of them suffer worse than you could ever do. And if you can do something about that, then you do it, and you di it without whining or waving your own fuckin' cross for the world to see. You do it because it's the right thing to do."

Plus, Bird has a whole paragraph in 'White Road' mocking Fred Durst. Anyone who takes the time to mock that whiny twat is automatically a hero to me.

I met John Connelly once. He shook my hand and signed my copy of 'Bad Men' and flirted with my mother. It was pretty cool until that last bit.

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[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

but shuichi wears green ones.
he so does.
unless the brightness on my moniter really is turned down that far
would explain the searing pain whenever i leave the protective shade of my house and that flameball stabs my eyes out.
like im some filthy biccan.
or... *sob* het.
*le run off du tears*






fake?

[froodle]

They're yellow.
Totally yellow.
In conclusion: yellow.

*throws stones*

Get away from me, vile Bwiccan. I opress you with my CROSS of CHRISTIANITY!

FAKE is about two gay policemen fighting crime and their own unresolved sexual tension in New York. Tis very good, despite the fact that Dee should totally have ended up with JJ rather than Old Man Pants Ryo.

Stupid Ryo.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

noooooooooo, no bwic am i... *melodramatic armtoforeheadflingTM*


old man pants?
tell me i have to beat you for being american.
*le shudder*

[froodle]

Ryo is American, therefore, Ryo wears pants, not trousers.

Besides, John Connelly invented the saying "Old Man Pants" and therefore it is immune to the badness usually associated with American things.

Just like Johnny Depp.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

fair enough. *le beat*
swedes flip out at pet urine. i flip at geriatric underpants.
we both claim to be blonde. *le glare du swedish*

YES

YES

*blink*