Virginia is for lovers
Aug. 27th, 2006 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maypirateSo since Bob left, I've been following a strict diet of mint oreos and poptarts because I don't have a fucking can opener.
Don't ask me to rationalize that statement. Don't question, just accept! No can opener = eating only sugar! It makes perfect sense!
-my SHOES. My goddamn SHOES. I own like four pairs of shoes, how did I fail to pack the ones I wear the most? (They're here now. My dad mailed them to me. I suck.)
-the remote to my DVD player. So now I can only watch the first episode on any given disc of the X-Files, and nothing that involves the activation of subtitles.
-my razor
-more than two sets of towels
-something that would MAKE ME SEEM 23 INSTEAD OF 12.
I am the oldest person living in my house, but the cartoons on my walls and the cadre of FMA dolls on my bed are really kind of betraying my deep-seated nerdliness more than ever before. It doesn't help that both Diane and Lisa are covered in style and make-up and have lived in Europe and exude living-in-Europe-ness. I'm like "uhh...I lived in Japan. Please enjoy my kabuki masks and this giant-balled tanuki. This is Sabo-chan. She is my only friend. I'll be hiding under my bed for the rest of the year now, thanks."
Also, in trying to explain to Diane why I spend so much time online, I accidentally made her think I'm some kind of hacker. And then she asked if I minded if she smoked pot in the house.
And Williamsburg loves it some muthafuckin' pineapples, which is great, because so do I, but I almost bought a pineapple plant yesterday and it's almost 2, I'm still wearing pajamas, and it's all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nymeria's fault.
Right.
Edit: So I have these...uh...sedatives, right? They're my heavy-duty help-me-sleep-calm-down pills? I've only ever taken half of one at a time, that much knocks me out pretty darn well.
...I just accidentally took a whole one because the bottle looked the same as a different medication.
I expect to be either dead or passed out on the floor in 5...4...3....
Don't ask me to rationalize that statement. Don't question, just accept! No can opener = eating only sugar! It makes perfect sense!
-my SHOES. My goddamn SHOES. I own like four pairs of shoes, how did I fail to pack the ones I wear the most? (They're here now. My dad mailed them to me. I suck.)
-the remote to my DVD player. So now I can only watch the first episode on any given disc of the X-Files, and nothing that involves the activation of subtitles.
-my razor
-more than two sets of towels
-something that would MAKE ME SEEM 23 INSTEAD OF 12.
I am the oldest person living in my house, but the cartoons on my walls and the cadre of FMA dolls on my bed are really kind of betraying my deep-seated nerdliness more than ever before. It doesn't help that both Diane and Lisa are covered in style and make-up and have lived in Europe and exude living-in-Europe-ness. I'm like "uhh...I lived in Japan. Please enjoy my kabuki masks and this giant-balled tanuki. This is Sabo-chan. She is my only friend. I'll be hiding under my bed for the rest of the year now, thanks."
Also, in trying to explain to Diane why I spend so much time online, I accidentally made her think I'm some kind of hacker. And then she asked if I minded if she smoked pot in the house.
And Williamsburg loves it some muthafuckin' pineapples, which is great, because so do I, but I almost bought a pineapple plant yesterday and it's almost 2, I'm still wearing pajamas, and it's all
nymeria's fault.Right.
Edit: So I have these...uh...sedatives, right? They're my heavy-duty help-me-sleep-calm-down pills? I've only ever taken half of one at a time, that much knocks me out pretty darn well.
...I just accidentally took a whole one because the bottle looked the same as a different medication.
I expect to be either dead or passed out on the floor in 5...4...3....
