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[froodle]

So, you know that episode of the Simpsons where Homer is watching Twin Peaks at the start and every now and then he laughs and is like, "I have absolutely no idea what's going on"? That's my life today.

First of all I got called in to do an early morning four-hour shift at work. Of course, I need the money to buy Alexander (oh sweet, sweet Colin Farrell, you shall be mine in all your mini-skirt-wearing, eyeliner'd, Jared Leto-snogging glory), so a little overtime is more than welcome, but it did mean my internal clock was wonky for the rest of the day.

So I came home, and the landlord has been 'round to put damp seal on the bathroom walls and ceilings. Awesome, because damp walls are gross, but my bathroom is an ensuite and that meant my afternoon nap was more a case of me getting high off delicious fumes and having weird dreams about robot dogs and that one guy from Battlestar Galactica.

So I went for a walk to clear my head, and there's some kind of parade going on in town with floats and people in costumes and by this point I'm thinking that somebody's poisoned my water supply and that I'm locked up in an asylum because it can't possibly be that the whole world has gone fucking batshit insane, and I figure I might as well go and see the Fantastic Four movie and that just proves that I'm crazy because there's no way in Hell I would go and see that when I'm in my right mind.

Only FF is so goddamn crap that I can't possibly be hallucinating, since my hallucinations are always better scripted and acted and basically a lot less tedious, so I figure maybe I'm just having a bad day and I should cut my losses, remember that at least I did get to see Juliam McMahon on the big screen, even if yet again shit was going down with his pretty face and what is up with that, I ask you, and so I go home.

And there is some little French boy sitting on my doorstep reading a comic book.

I have absolutely no idea what's going on.

Comments

[saiyuki-goku.livejournal.com]

lol, I'm sorry you are discombobblated but it sorta sounds like fun.

Sometimes it's good to not know what's going on!

[froodle]

But the little French boy! It was so surreal. I kept expecting to suddenly find myself in the middle of a cornfield, "a place where normal things don't happen very often".

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

*wiggles fingers* MysteeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeeeerious

[froodle]

*slices your hand off with glowing humming phallic symbol*

So there!

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

dude. why is your lightsabre shaped like a coathanger?

oh.. dear.. god, What have you Done with Anakin?

[froodle]

It's for the good of the universe! I must prevent the birth of Mark Hamill.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

you cant do that. its against the laws of physics and common sense

[froodle]

So is your head, which, as I may have mentioned before, is made from stupid orange rock!

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

well your head is made from BOOBIES
and not the Protection island kind.

[froodle]

Yours is boobies made from stupid orange rock. Shaped like an onion, even!

Freak.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

PFFT

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

CHA

[froodle]

You're such a Raoul.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

and you're such a Whinikin.
no wonder no one wanted you, even schmee kicked you into the hands of the jedi

[froodle]

Obi-Wan: But... I just came down here to get oranges...

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

dont you have some monkeys you should be fellating for money in order to buy the fantastic four extended edition with actor commentry spoken entirely in welsh idioms?

[liar-xx.livejournal.com]

Sounds a little more interesting than a normal day, anyway ^_^

[froodle]

Sadly, this is true. My day to day live is remarkably bare of eerie European children.