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Jan. 20th, 2005 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleSoo... I got back from seeing Phantom for the third time today. Obsessed? Me? Nooo. Jess wanted to. All her fault. Yes. Bad Jessica. Alan and James were there too, but they don't count because they had nothing to add to the conversation and James was sulking because we compared him to Raoul. Afterwards we were discussing the Age Old Question of whether we'd pick Erik or Raoul at the end of the film:
Jess: Well, it's not like choosing between a fop and a psychopath is much of a choice... but probably Raoul. You?
Me: Oh, Erik, definatly. I mean, Raoul shoots kitties.
Jess: Erik's a murderer.
Me: But he doesn't shoot kitties! Plus, Raoul's about as interesting as dry toast. At least with Erik, I wouldn't be bored.
Jess: Only because you'd constantly be looking out for his Stranglin' Rope(TM)! Plus, I bet life with Erik would get boring eventually. I mean, every time you had a fight, he'd say it was because of his face and start screeching.
Me: HAH! Yeah, I can just imagine that: I'd be all, 'Erik, can you take those dead bodies out of the torture chamber, please?' And he'd be like, 'BITCH! I'm writing my opera!' and I'd be all, 'OMG No Sexing for you tonight!' and he's be like "WAAAAHHHH OMG you hate me because of my face!" and start crying and then I'd feel guilty.
Jess: And you'd have to get rid of the corpses AND give him guilt-sexin'.
Me: Nah, I'd totally tell him to fuck off and play with his monkey.
Jess: He'll just screech about his face until you give in. He's totally a manipulator. And I bet he'd never take you anywhere.
Me: Urgh, yeah. Anniversaries... at the opera. Birthdays... at the opera.
Jess: Christmas... at the opera.
Me: Only his mask would have ickle Reindeer horns, so that would be quite fun.
Jess: Nah, he'd probably think it was a hint that you'd cuckolded him or something. Whiny prick.
Me: Oh God, he's like the male equivilent of those girls who are always going on about how fat they are and demanding reassurance from their boyfriends.
Jess: Yeah, only at least guys can say "You're not fat" because they're generally not, but it's not like you can say "Oh Erik, there's totally nothing wrong with your face, I mean, it's not like you're hideously scarred and have to wear a mask or anythi- Oops."
Me: *sigh* No Phantom sexin' for me tonight.
Jess: Hah, see? Raoul never denies me sexin'.
Me: Yeah, but Eriksexin' is better. He's a genius.
Jess: He's a psychopath.
Me: Raoul shoots kitties.
And so it went on.
Jess: Well, it's not like choosing between a fop and a psychopath is much of a choice... but probably Raoul. You?
Me: Oh, Erik, definatly. I mean, Raoul shoots kitties.
Jess: Erik's a murderer.
Me: But he doesn't shoot kitties! Plus, Raoul's about as interesting as dry toast. At least with Erik, I wouldn't be bored.
Jess: Only because you'd constantly be looking out for his Stranglin' Rope(TM)! Plus, I bet life with Erik would get boring eventually. I mean, every time you had a fight, he'd say it was because of his face and start screeching.
Me: HAH! Yeah, I can just imagine that: I'd be all, 'Erik, can you take those dead bodies out of the torture chamber, please?' And he'd be like, 'BITCH! I'm writing my opera!' and I'd be all, 'OMG No Sexing for you tonight!' and he's be like "WAAAAHHHH OMG you hate me because of my face!" and start crying and then I'd feel guilty.
Jess: And you'd have to get rid of the corpses AND give him guilt-sexin'.
Me: Nah, I'd totally tell him to fuck off and play with his monkey.
Jess: He'll just screech about his face until you give in. He's totally a manipulator. And I bet he'd never take you anywhere.
Me: Urgh, yeah. Anniversaries... at the opera. Birthdays... at the opera.
Jess: Christmas... at the opera.
Me: Only his mask would have ickle Reindeer horns, so that would be quite fun.
Jess: Nah, he'd probably think it was a hint that you'd cuckolded him or something. Whiny prick.
Me: Oh God, he's like the male equivilent of those girls who are always going on about how fat they are and demanding reassurance from their boyfriends.
Jess: Yeah, only at least guys can say "You're not fat" because they're generally not, but it's not like you can say "Oh Erik, there's totally nothing wrong with your face, I mean, it's not like you're hideously scarred and have to wear a mask or anythi- Oops."
Me: *sigh* No Phantom sexin' for me tonight.
Jess: Hah, see? Raoul never denies me sexin'.
Me: Yeah, but Eriksexin' is better. He's a genius.
Jess: He's a psychopath.
Me: Raoul shoots kitties.
And so it went on.
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Date: 2005-01-24 02:28 am (UTC)Tom Sawyer hates you now.
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Date: 2005-01-24 02:31 am (UTC)*steals your evil laugh and returns it to seras*
ever heard seras evil!laugh? no. because You stole it.
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Date: 2005-01-24 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-24 02:54 am (UTC)that is Some bra.
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Date: 2005-01-24 02:57 am (UTC)'Cause you know, beneath it all, Folken and Dornkirk really just think about boobies. A lot.
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Date: 2005-01-24 03:04 am (UTC)dornkirk: ...OMGFOLKEN WHYS YOU KNEELING? ARE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME?
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Date: 2005-01-24 03:09 am (UTC)Folken: *facepalm*